#king.setter

Winter was quickly approaching. Days were getting shorter and colder, which meant less time to spend outside. Unless one wanted to freeze their ass off, that is. So, Sting decided to take the opportunity to visit Soleil's pier and beach upon his final class being canceled, which gave him the rest of the afternoon to kill time. 

Sting walked along the sidewalk adjacent to the beach. Lazy blue hues scanned the beach. There wasn't a body in the water, just boats and a few wind surfers. Looks like they'd had the same idea to use the sun while it lasted. Sting huffed, almost wishing he had brought along another friend with him. 

He'd arrived at the lesser populated area of the beach, one that held the volleyball and tennis courts. There were a few people stringed about, but not too many. Sting stopped, observing the sports. Sure, he was an athletic guy, but he trained in martial arts. In fact, other than the cliche basketball and soccer, Sting never really had been to into sports. 

Eyes caught sight of a lone male messing with the ball on one side of the net; the other side was empty. Sting stayed in his place for a few moments, thoughts ticking. The guy looked bored. Hey- this was generally a friendly city, so...