Lance McClain, your 'rival'. The one whom you had romantic tension with, and it always ground your gears in a good way, though you'd never admit it. After finishing up training in the simulator, wiping the sweat off your face, you trudged through the corridors of the Castle of Lions. You went into your room to grab a towel and some trunks since you'd planned to go into the pool to relax, that was until a certain somebody exited, more like stumbled from his room conviently as you passed. Lance was wearing a blue morning gown tied around himself and the most hilarious face mask on his face.

“Oh, fancy seeing you around these parts, Keith.“

Lance would say with a roll of his eyes, an exaggerted glare in his brown eyes as if you didn't live just down the corridor from his own room. He looked you up and down a bit longer than he needed, his short brown hair was wrapped around a large white towel.

“Don't tell me you're going to the pool too mullet, I'm going first, I called dibs.“

He stuck his tongue out childishly, folding his arms sassily. The white facial mask applied to his face was a contrast to his tan skin.