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Almost as soon as they arrived, Iggy had torn away from Polnareff in an excited frenzy, and was currently barking and yapping as he booked it to the water.
Swearing loudly, Polnareff dropped everything he was carrying. “Iggy! Shit- wait, Iggy! Dammit !”
Avdol clutched his stomach and laughed while Polnareff tore down the beach after their dog, slipping in the sand when Iggy dodged him.
“Iggy! Get back here !”
Avdol had to keep a hand over his mouth to retain some resemblance of maturity, but couldn’t help but snort when Polnareff tripped in the sand, screeching as he fell face first.
Leaving a decent sized Polnareff-shaped crater in the sand, said man shakily got to his feet, looking absolutely ridiculous with his new sand face mask. “ Mo! Help me get him!”
“I think you can handle him, Jean!” Avdol waved flippantly and Polnareff groaned, brushing himself off the best he could before resuming the chase.
Rolling his eyes after his fiancé, Avdol continued on the path to their usual spot by the water and set down his things, before going back to retrieve what Polnareff had left behind. The umbrella had been covered in sand, and Avdol pinched the bridge of his nose at the sight, knowing that he would have to shake it out, or Polnareff would bitch about sand in his hair.
Which, Avdol thought with a fond sigh, was the risk of going to the beach in the first place, so if Polnareff didn’t want to deal with sand in every possible orifice, maybe- just maybe - he should stay home. But when Avdol would confront him with that counter argument, of course Polnareff would shoot down the idea of not going, because as much as he would complain, they both loved their trips too much to sit them out.
“A- ha ! Gotcha! Now, don’t try that again or- SHIT, ow !”
Avdol looked up to see an all too familiar sight: Polnareff, already back on his ass in the water, hair somehow already disheveled and sopping wet, with a way-too-proud Iggy squirming in his arms.
Polnareff spit loudly and obnoxiously, and Avdol really hoped he didn’t already have salt water in his mouth- no way in hell was Avdol kissing him if he did. Iggy, of course, was perfectly fine with the chaos he had already managed to cause, and was panting loudly in a way that only Iggy could make look patronizing.
Avdol rolled his eyes with a grin and finished setting up their things, before pulling out his beach chair and settling down. Watching his fiancé struggle to his feet while trying to keep their dog secured in his arms was something he probably shouldn’t be accustomed to seeing regularly, but like most things, Avdol just worked with it. He crossed his legs, pulling his sunhat further over his eyes, and resigned himself to simply sitting and watching the show for now.
Eventually, Iggy freed himself from Polnareff once again, and returned to Avdol’s feet, seemingly done with his mischief for now. Avdol reached down and scratched Iggy behind his ears, and Iggy let it happen, further cementing Avdol’s spot as the favorite.
Heavy footsteps approached him and Avdol smirked at the soaked mess of a man in front of him, tapping his fingers against his thighs. “Did you already go swimming, dear? We just got here, you couldn’t have waited for me?”
Polnareff scowled and Avdol snickered, remaining unphased when Polnareff shook his head wildly, splashing ocean water all over Avdol.
“Just you wait,” Polnareff threatened with a point in Avdol’s direction, who merely raised an eyebrow. “
Polnareff glared at Iggy, who was ever-so-kindly pretending that Polnareff didn’t exist. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Avdol kicked at Polnareff’s ankles, who lept back with a yelp, shooting Avdol an overly offended look.
Avdol met it with raised brows and gestured towards Polnareff’s things, which were sitting to Avdol’s right. “Go on, you big baby. Get your towel and sit.”
Obediently and only pouting slightly , Polnareff trudged over and toweled himself off, getting out his own chair.
In no time, however, Polnareff had quickly stopped his fake pouting, the genuine excitement that had been fueling him now returned, and he quickly seated himself to Avdol’s left. He pushed their chairs together the best he could with the sand in the way and Avdol now had to deal with a 185 centimeter leech that refused to let go.
“As nice as the water feels, it’s so hot today,” Polnareff murmured into Avdol’s collarbone, putting an impossible amount of weight on Avdol despite the awkward distance. “I don’t want to melt.”
Avdol nodded and pat Polnareff’s head. “It’ll be fine, Jean. As long as you have sunscreen on, you won’t burn.”
He received an annoyed growl in return. “Oh, hush. Just because your ridiculously pretty skin can handle the sun doesn’t mean you can bully me for being pale.”
Avdol tugged on Polnareff’s ear, which was about the only thing he could properly reach. “I’m bullying you for being white.”
Polnareff hissed and pulled away, rubbing his ear. “Potato, potahto. Gimme the sunscreen.”
Reaching into his bag, Avdol blew Polnareff a kiss. “Yes, dear.”