Username & ID: EyeOfVoid + 1078076
Chicoon playing: Cinnabar
Course number: 7
Reroll score?: Yes (Praying I get a 1 or 2 at LEAST bc otherwise I screw myself over for third place BAHSA)
Prompt:
CInnabar stepped up to the tee and growled putting his hands on his hips as he inspected the course. Turning back to Charcoal, he frowned before yelling,
"THIS IS WHAT YOU COST OUR THIRD PLACE ON?"
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO I- OOMF' Charcoal began to retort but had been cut off as Scoop slapped another Ziploc bag of... ice cream... on their head. While chasing down the ball, the grey chicoon conked right out after slamming into the windmill. Waking up to a knot in their head paired with a migraine, they were taken care of by Scoop, with him passively aggressively slapping on ice(cream) packs to help soothe the bump on their head... He was probably still salty about the flame thrower incident...
"Thank you Scoop..." They quietly mumbled out their reluctant appreciation as the ice cream leaked out of the bag and dripped down their muzzle, receiving a pair of thumbs up and a "No problem," from the goopy chicoon, before he went back to pushing the box of golf balls into the storage shed.
Cinnabar rolled his eyes and Charcoal, though never truly meaning malice. Turning back toward the course, he grabbed the club and held it firmly, before winding it back, preparing to put the ball Scoop had placed on the tee. As he swung, he expected the ball to go flying into the course-- but instead felt cold mush splatter against his leg.
"UGH- SCOOP-" He cried out, shaking his leg to get the residue off after learning that what he had hit, was in fact, a scoop of ice cream and NOT a gold ball.
"Yeh?" Scoop popped out of the storage shed to check out what was going on, before looking at the mess Cinna had made on the green.
"Ah, it melted already? Darn, the sun's really beating down hard today." Cinna flailed his arms around in frustration while searching for words, before finally bursting out,
"WE NEED TO HOLD AN INTERVENTION FOR YOU, THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND."
As the two went back and forth, Charcoal got up. Now that their head was feeling a bit better, they figured they should help Scoop pack up. End of the summer already... how fast time went by. They were a bit disappointed about having to say goodbye to the course and the carnival, reminiscing about everything they had gotten to do within the last two weeks as the cool summer breeze that seemed to only come when summer began to draw to a close blew by.
Grabbing a few bags of gold clubs and making their around the bantering Scoop and CInnabar, now debating on whether he gets a redo of that shot or not, they set them down in the shed. As they did so, they tilted forward a bit, accidentally letting the melted bag slip from their head. Catching it, they licked their muzzle clean and paused.
They chuckled softly, before going to find a bowl to dump the contents in so they didn't waste any more ice cream, they mused to themself,
"Cherry was always my favorite."
Codeword: Day14
P.S.: Thank you for hosting!! This has been one of my favorite booths this event, and really made my first event so much fun <33
I adore both Scoop's personality and his design, he is... the scrungly ever. He deserves all of the ice cream in the world fr fr, hope it gets it one day