"Come on, ya big sour puss!" the Scout shouted as his back was suddenly drenched in sparkling cool water. With a mischievous smile on his face, he splashed back at the Sniper who had crept up on him, sending foam everywhere, along with his sunglasses. Said glasses must have hit the Heavy's head with quite a force, as soon he had created a miniature tsunami which had engulfed the whole group, the Scout's legs flailing about on the surface as he temporarily became stuck upside down, the whole group howling with laughter.
The Medic merely sneered in response as he shook his head and adjusted his glasses before going back to reading his book about some sort of extremely dangerous surgical trick. He despised the summer holidays, the period of time where both teams could do whatever they wanted and were allowed free access to an 'exclusive beach that was reserved only for them'. Everyone had sprinted to the crystal clear water, except for the German, who simply slung his lab coat over his shoulder as he conveniently placed himself on a towel that Heavy had laid out for him. Since then he had responded to all calls for him to get into the ocean with either an insult, a death threat or a simple act of ignorance.
No one understood why he was so sour during this time, even he didn't know. It was just so… cheery. That cheery attitude that you get when you choose to forget about everything and enjoy the limited time of freedom you are rewarded for good behaviour. But it's such a short time, only three weeks, that the Medic didn't see any point in enjoying yourself for such a short amount of time. He would rather scheme with Soldier about the latest tactic they could use against the BLU's. But unfortunately Soldier had the Demoman's head held underwater, mocking him for being so weak and pathetic… in a joking tone, of course.
Everyone enjoyed themselves on the battlefield anyway, so what was the point of all this work and no play business when you can so easily do both?
Medic shook his head again and attempted to refocus his thoughts on the book. But he was interrupted again, not by his thoughts, but the intruding shadow of the colossal Heavy.
"What do you want?" he unintentionally spat, and the Heavy's expression became less cheery.
"Why doesn't doctor come on water with others? Why does he stay on beach and read tiny book?" the Heavy asked, somewhat regretting walking over here and attempting to cheer up his friend.
"I do not have time for these shenanigans, Heavy, I have more important things to do. Like research on a way to improve the Medigun." He said, regretting snapping at Heavy like that. Maybe he was becoming sourer than he thought.
"Is not valid enough answer. You should have fun with us, just forget about work. Come on, I show you how fun it is." He said, voice cheery as he innocently took Medic's hand, causing the surgeon's book to accidentally fall from his rough hands. The Medic, irksome of the joyous attitude of his friend, slapped Heavy's arm a little too violently as he jerked away from his grip.
"Do not touch me, Heavy! I do not want to go into the water." He spat at the great bear of a man, who took a few steps back, offended this time. The Medic kept his guard up as he carefully sat back down on the towel and brushed the sand from his book.
"Just leave me, Heavy, and get out of the sun. You lot may say I'm a bit of a vampire, but I can assure you I quite enjoy the sun." he said, glancing up at the Heavy, a hand signalling for the giant man to move. But the Heavy wasn't a man to back down. He was a man of endurance, no matter how harsh the cost.
"No." Heavy pouted, crossing his arms childishly. The Medic slowly took off his glasses, adding a slightly tense atmosphere.
"Heavy, I do not have time for games. Please move, otherwise next time I will not be so polite with the words I use." He hissed as he lowered his head low, threatening to strike if this continued.
"No, doctor is not staying here. Doctor is going into water with other puny babies and Heavy." Heavy said stubbornly, this time to the loud snapping shut of a book as the Medic stood up, his height a severe disability when it came to looking threatening.
"Heavy, get out of my way."
"No."
"Now, dummkopf."
"Medic is going in sea."
"No I am not! Now move, schweinhund!"
"I said no before, I will say it again. No"
"Aargh! That's it!" the Medic had reached his threshold and he lunged toward the Heavy, teeth clenched in anger. With one swift motion, the gigantic paws of the Heavy had swung the shorter man over his wide shoulder, Medic cursing in German, face red with rage.
"This is what doctor gets for being so sour." Heavy said in a mocking sing song tone as the Medic banged his fists on the formers back. Glancing behind him and seeing the topaz blue water growing closer and closer. Squirming with all his might, the surgeon managed to release himself from his companion's grasp as he fell heavily onto the warm golden sand. Spluttering out the golden granules, he looked up darkly at the Heavy before lunging again without thinking, immediately regretting the decision as he fell with a mighty splash into the gleaming water.
The whole group roared with laughter as the Medic's head shot wide eyed and panicked out of the water, breathing slightly sporadic at first before scowling at his fellow team members. His whole outfit was dripping wet, his hair flattened against his forehead, almost completely covering one of his eyes. His eyes shot poisonous daggers at the Heavy, who was bellowing with laughter. The Medic had his hands balled into tight fists held firmly against his sides as he took long strides out of the water, the Heavy's laughter gradually subsiding as he saw the Medic's rage filled expression.
The laughter gradually died down until only the sound of peaceful waves could be heard as the soggy Medic picked up his books and stormed down the road to the base.