Would you love a Monsterman? (Avdol x Polnareff)

Dinner and a show

The sun sank below the sand dunes, and the sky turned a rich dark blue. Deep underground, Polnareff stirred from his slumber. After giving Avdol a summarised history of the world earlier (with some help from a few YouTube videos) he had found himself yawning and rubbing his eyes, and his concentration was waning.
"Tired?" Avdol had asked.
"Mmh... I've just never been up this early before. It's weird to think that the sun's overhead and yet I'm safe...." he pondered with a catlike yawn. Avdol flipped his sarcophagus back over, and gestured to it.
"I myself am rather tired. If you set an alarm on your little pocket device, we could sleep in until sunset." He smiled. Polnareff blushed, last night's blood making his cheeks turn pink.
"I... sharing a bed?!" He spluttered. Vampires were known for being smooth and suave, and although Polnareff loves to flirt with any pretty girl or hot guy (or attractive person in general) that came his way, he turned into a pile of flustered jelly at the mere suggestion of anything remotely intimate.
"There's room for two, and you're tired. Let's share my sarcophagus for the day, then you can show me around Cairo." Avdol smiled, putting his hand on Polnareff's shoulder. Gah, why was he getting all flustered at this? Avdol was just a friend! Anyway, he was supposed to be a freaky vampire, and vampires aren't meant to get all soppy over love! All these thoughts ran through Polnareff's head, but he shook them out.
"Sure, sleep sounds great." He replied, climbing into the coffin. He lay on his back and crossed his forearms over his chest, the way he did when he slept in his coffin at home, before Avdol cleared his throat.
"We've got to share it, remember?" He said.
"Oh, right!" Polnareff quickly rolled over onto his side, and Avdol lay next to him. They were close enough to spoon, and yet both of them kept their arms crossed in a stereotypical "movie vampire" way.
"Good morning, Polnareff."
"Good morning, Avdol. Don't let the bed- erm... sarcophagus bugs bite."

They'd slept through the day, and now they were awake in the present. The moon had risen, and Avdol got out of his coffin and headed to the small chest.
"What are you doing?" Asked Polnareff, adjusting his tall silver hair.
"I'm getting dressed." Avdol replied, pulling a collection of clothes out of the chest. He put on a white linen tunic and white linen harem pants with a blue cloth sash, a blue scarf, a long red robe, a long pair of golden earrings that attached to his ear cartilage, silver bangles, and leather boots.
"Do I look human?" He asked. Avdol pulled the bandages on his face aside, so that they resembled a bandana and a scarf, and Polnareff had to shake his head.
"Sorry, Avdol, but you don't pass. The holes in your face are a- excuse the pun- dead giveaway, y'know? Maybe you should wear a mask, or people are gonna freak out and you'll be locked up in a museum somewhere."
"Oh." Avdol sighed. He reached into the chest again, and pulled out a veil that clipped to his earrings. It was made of gauzy red fabric, and although the mummy could see out, nobody could see in and gawk at his face.
"Will this do?" He asked.
"Sure! Makes you look kinda mysterious and mystical too." Polnareff grinned.
"Mysterious? I'm an open book, Jean Pierre. Now, how are we going to get out of this tomb?"
"Get on my back." Polnareff said. Avdol got onto his back as if he was being piggybacked, with Red on his shoulder and his tarot cards in his pocket. He had no other possessions, so that was all he needed. Polnareff walked to the tunnel, and clambered up it like a lizard up a wall, easy as a human would walk up the stairs.

As they exited the tunnel, Avdol's eyes lit up at the sight of the moon overhead.
"The sky... I can see the sky again!" He gasped. "Oh, I can't wait to see the sun! Polnareff, my friend, we simply must..."
He paused at the sight of Polnareff's face.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. You... you can't go into direct sunlight, can you?" The mummy sighed. Polnareff nodded, and took his hand.
"I can't. I can do evening or overcast days as long as I'm in the shadows and I'm wearing sunblock, but direct sunlight kills me." Polnareff said with a frown.
"Apologies."
"It's ok, you're new to this. Anyway, shall we go out for dinner?" Polnareff asked.
"I can't eat too much because my stomach is in a canopic jar, and it's as dried up as an old boot. But due to my curse I can manage a small amount of food."
"Then let's go!" Polnareff cheered, leading Avdol into the city of Cairo. The suburbs had been built right up to the pyramids, and simply curved around them, the new cradling the old. Avdol's face was one of shock as he stared at how ancient the Sphinx was, as it had just finished construction when he had died. The sight of the dozens of sprawling urban buildings shocked him even more, as did the constant honking of horns from the hundreds of cars that clogged the streets.
"Those are cars, right?" He asked his vampire friend. Polnareff had told him about them when he was explaining world history.
"Yep, that's them. Don't get in their way or you'll be run over."
"Why don't they stop?" Avdol said. Why on earth would people run each other over?!
Search me." Came the reply. And they headed off into the city together.

The bazaar was busier than ever, as a cruise ship full of tourists had just come in. They were getting drunk and wandering around, yelling to each other over the din of the bazaar. Polnareff's ears prickled at this, as his heightened vampire senses picked up on everything, from a screaming baby to a mother of 3 kids getting drunk and shriek-laughing at everything she saw.
"Is it always so loud?" Avdol asked. He had to shout to be heard over the absolute racket.
"It's just the tourists!" Polnareff replied, heading to his favourite food stall. He took Avdol's hand and pulled him along, so they didn't get lost or split up in the crowd.
"Ah, what'll it be?" The proprietor asked the vampire.
"I'll have the chicken shawarma and fries." Polnareff answered. "What about you, Avdol?"
The mummy pondered over the picture menu, before looking up at the cook.
"Same here."
Polnareff handed over the correct amount of money, and the two sat back as the cook got to work. There were hundreds of tourists wandering around, and Polnareff was getting quite a few stares.
"Who's the pale guy?" One asked.
"No clue, but he's freaky." Another said. Their food arrived, and the two undead beings tucked in with gusto. Well, Polnareff did- Avdol pondered over how to eat the shawarma without having to pull up his veil and show his face to everyone. After some deliberation, he simply held up his veil a little with one hand, and slid the shawarma under with the other. It left most of his face covered whilst still being able to eat, which suited him perfectly.

As they are, a tourist noticed them. She was pretty tipsy from the unlimited cocktails served at the bar on her river cruise, and she staggered over to them, swaying like a sapling in the breeze.
"Heeeery hot stuuuff!" She cooed at Avdol. The mummy turned, and took in her bottle-blonde hair and spray tan. Her eyes were bloodshot from the booze, and she gave a tipsy giggle.
"What's under that veil of yours, mister mysterious? I bet you're a total hottie!" She slurred, not noticing Avdol's bandages hands or his unusually thin frame.
"Um, madam... I can't take this off." He replied.
"C'mon, just a little peek!" She laughed.
"Look into my eyes... you will leave my friend alone..." Polnareff said in an eerie tome, attempting to use vampiric hypnosis. Unfortunately, it didn't work on people who were under the influence, such as her.
"Heh heh heh! C'mon, veil guy, show me the goods!" She said, and before he could stop her, she ripped off Avdol's vei!

The woman froze, then let out a scream at the sight of Avdol's emancipated, scarred face.
"Oh my god! You're... you're... AAAAAAAAAHHH!" She screamed. Avdol clapped his hands to his face, and as Polnareff went to confront the woman he heard his friend... sobbing?
"I was in a car crash. These scars are from it, and I wear the veil to hide them!" He sniffed. The woman froze, and instantly looked sheepish.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"Just go!" Avdol gasped. The woman ran off, and Polnareff turned to Avdol.
"Car crash? What?"
"You said that they crash, and it'll stop her from asking awkward questions." Avdol replied, putting his hands down and readjusting his veil. He hadn't even been crying, he was just faking it!
"Avdol, you sly dog. I get the feeling that I'm going to like you!"