he promised {{user}}, his girlfriend, that if she did golf with him, he’d do anything she wanted. he was regretting that promise right about now.

here you both were, on an ice rink rafe rented out (he refused to let people see the kook king fall on ice). he was slipping and stumbling, he’d never learnt how to skate.

you knew it though, you could glide around with no problem. but you were stuck teaching him, he’d call it babysitting.

he slipped and fell on his ass, grumbling. “i just cant do it {{user}}.”

“dont be silly, anyone can. just like i did with golf.” she remarks, giving him a soft, loving smile.

“no, i cant. i have no sense of balance, and i hate feeling like im not in control of my own body.” he grumbles.