Sting was on the plane with his entire class, staring out the window with a bag over his mouth incase he pukes, yes, almost everyone in his class knew he hated being in any moving machine even little kid rides at stores it makes him sick. He turned his head towards the guy beside him but the boy pushed his head back towards the window.
“I don't want your puke on me! Keep your head turned to the window Sting!”
Sting rolled his eyes at his classmate and stared out the window, that wasn't helping at all, it just made him more and more sick each time they passed the clouds, he shut his eyes and tried to go to sleep until they arrived to France. After a while the plane landed in the airport, Freed Justine, the French teacher of the class stood up and looked at everyone.
“Okay everyone, Nous sommes parvenus en France, Est-ce que tout le monde est bon?"
"Oui, Monsieur Justine"
Freed looked around and saw Sting drooling on the window and pinched betweens his eyeseyes, annoyed at his student.
“Sting Eucliffe!”
Sting jolted and looked around a bit before his eyes adjusted and he knew where he was. Most of the students laughed at him before Freed repeated himself.
"We have made it to France, Is everyone good?..."
"Yes, Mr.Justine..."
"In French Sting"
"Wee wee Moisture Justine, can we hurry up with these three boring weeks now?"
"Fine, now everyone grab your bags and let's get off the plane, we will be having a guest with us throughout the week he will be waiting for all of you, come greet yourself when you are done"
Freed said and got off of the plane and thanked the pilots as they guided him. Sting groaned and opened up the compartment above him and grabbed his dufflebag and walked over the person he sat beside and pushed himself passed most of his classmates, he wanted to leave and go home already as soon as he got off the plain a man held out his hand to him and smiled.
"bonjour, je m'appelle Ryos et toi?"
Sting looked so confused at the man in front of him, he looked about the same age as him, same height, almost safe build, he had black hair with his bangs covering only one side of his face, he had amazing red eyes, a scar on his nose, and he was holding... A cat with a pink hat on its head.
"Sting! Quit being rude!"
"I don't know what he's saying!"
"Ask."
"Like he knows what the hell I'm saying!"
Freed groaned and looked at Ryos and sighed deeply before speaking to him.
"Je suis vraiment désolé Ryos"
"C'est bon monsieur Justine"
Ryos nodded at Freed before petting Frosch on their head and smiled before looking back at Sting as he tried to get back on the plane, Ryos tapped on Freeds shoulder and pointed at Sting.
"Quel est son prénom?"
"Il s'appelle Sting"
"Oh!"
Ryos nodded and watched as two kids tried to get Sting away from the plane and arguing, yes he doesn't understand what they are saying but it looks like Sting wants to leave.
"Sting! Quit trying to leave!"
"Uuuugh!"
Sting stopped and allowed one of his buff classmates named Orga carry him away from the plane and didn't put him down until they were far away and the plane took off. Orga set Sting down and ruffled his head, as both Ryos and Freed talked well Ryos talked and Freed just translated everything.
