>>67529669>Okay. It's not that Ben is having a BAD time...>Sure, Inco made him wear this ridiculous getup that made him look like he was a trust fund kiddie, but it was admittedly comfortable.>And the clubhouse itself was pretty nice. Usually, all there is for herbivores at non-meal gatherings is salad and that weird vegan meat substitute stuff. He really doesn't get why people go for that stuff, the texture and taste make him sick. But here, there was an actual selection!>And the people were... well, they were NICE, but...>...After chatting with them for a good hour, he feels like he has a little bit more of an understanding about why Inco's so... Inco.>And, honestly, he's surprised that golf is as fun as it is. He mostly just figured it'd be standing around on the grass for kost of the day, which - it is - but it's nice. Even if Inco's been so obnoxious about teaching him proper form and all that.>"You gotta have your legs juuuuust so..." "Y'see, most people don't know about...">Honestly, he's glad that he didn't turn down Inco! It's nice to hang out, and he would've felt guilty shooting him down - Raptor Jesus knows the human's not bringing Damien out with him on his first trip to the club in years.>But...>CHWIFF!"Shit!"
>CHWIFF!"Damnit!"
>...He's getting tired of watching Inco try to get out of this sandtrap.>CHFWIFF!...
>Shifting his weight, Ben checks his watch. It's been 15 minutes of this. Inco isn't exactly a BAD golf player (outside of his magnetism to sand), but at this point Ben's going to beat him on points.>CHFWITHACK!>The ball lept a good six feet there... before rolling back down into the pit."Inco, could you please just go back to the tee and start over? My legs are falling asleep."
>Panting, the human turns his sweat-and-screen-slick head to the parasaur, sunlight glinting off of it."A Nito... does NOT leave his balls in the hot sand, Ben!"
>Ben gives him a tired glare.cont