Dozie
Tired. But Present. Technically.
Dozie is not lazy. This is an important distinction that Dozie would make themselves if they had the energy, which they don't right now, maybe later.
Dozie exists in a permanent state of almost. Almost awake. Almost ready. Almost finished that sentence they started twenty minutes ago. Dozie's morning routine takes three hours. 45mins of it is lying still after the alarm.
They show up to everything and contribute almost nothing verbally but somehow make the whole thing feel warmer just by being there. They sit in the corner, eyes half open, nodding at the right moments. Occasionally they say something so perfectly observed that everyone goes quiet for a second. Then they fall asleep again.
Bloatie talks. Dozie doesn't have to. This is the greatest friendship in history.
Bloatie handles the ordering, the small talk, the "sorry we're late" explanation, the entire conversation with the Uber driver, and the goodbye process which somehow takes forty minutes. Dozie just exists next to them looking peaceful.
Devie shows up at 11pm with plans. 11pm. With PLANS.
Dozie was already in bed. Dozie had been in bed since 9. Dozie had done the maths on exactly how many hours of sleep were available and it was a good number and now Devie is standing there saying "just come out for one hour" which everyone knows means 3am minimum.