"Mon cher! You are early! This is quite unusual, oui?" Gilbert's friend Francis exclaimed upon his arrival to the lecture hall. "Ja! The awesome me had to be here to grace you with his magnificent presence today. How the hell would you two have survived without me!" Gilbert said with an overconfident smirk spreading on his face before he took a seat between his two best friends.
His other friend, named Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, cheerfully remarked, "Tio 'Tonio is very happy to see you!".
"So happy you decided to refer to yourself in the third person, da?" A heavily accented Russian voice giggled eerily from behind them. The three friends deadpanned*.
Francis, or, to be proper, François Bonnefoy, was a French exchange student, and a bit of a playboy at that. He was constantly flirting with everyone, and despite his age, older students on campus often came to him for relationship advice.
Antonio was a different story. His parents had temporarily moved to the United States when he was in his last year of junior high, but had chosen to go back to their native country when Antonio was in his freshman year of high school. Antonio didn't mind being on his own too much; he went to a boarding school when he was young, and was highly independent as a result. His parents loved him, but were inclined to wander and had forced him to finish his education in the states. Antonio felt a bit resentful about their semi-abandonment, but he didn't say much about them and preferred to bury himself in the comforts of his studies and Catholicism. He spoke with a slight Spanish accent, but Antonio had been learning English since he was about two years old, courtesy of his globetrotting parents who wanted him to know a lingua franca.
The class was passed quickly with little interruption. Gilbert took notes, but his mind drifted off the man waiting for him back at his dormitory.
*AN: I couldn't help myself XD This had to be done.