Lance gave a quiet, humorless chuckle at his rival's words. Wouldn't be the same, eh? He figured that he was just saying it for the sake of his feelings.
In truth, the Blue Paladin often had times of self-doubt. He never let it show, though. It would ruin his wondrously egotistical facade. Sometimes, when he was alone, he would let his self-esteem drop to what it really was. He would allow himself think all these negative things about himself that he'd never voice aloud. Why? He simply didn't want to anyone--especially Keith-- to see how pathetic he was. They were rivals; they weren't supposed to confess their deepest emotions and weaknesses.
They had been getting closer lately. When they hung out (just the two of them), Lance occasionally let his guard down. Why was that? He didn't know.
"Sure, TomatoFace." he retorted. "You win most of them..." He grinned. "In your dreams."
Once the pod finished shaking and settled down, the entrance (or exit?) formed hexagons that slowly disappeared, revealing the large room in front of them. The Cuban raised an eyebrow and stepped out to study the chamber. It was enormous and had a similar shape as the pod: a cylinder. The walls were lined with shelves that curved with them. Each shelf was filled with strange items. When he looked up, things were dangling from the ceiling, held by strings and ropes. Near the center, there was a large pile of an assortment of objects that ranged from glowing rocks to seemingly high tech who-knows-what-they-were. "Wow," Lance mumbled, apparently astonished by the room. "Who knew Coran would be the owner of this place?" After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "See any space bikes? Or, just, regular bikes?"
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I hope you'll catch me when I'm about to fall