“To progress,” the dhampir said with zero enthusiasm.
Foxx giggled. “Progress is progress. It’ll get easier. Once you are able to hold back while overthinking, then the mistakes you make while not thinking at all should lessen too.”
“Is that what you do when you need to adjust?”
“Finally asking questions, huh?”
Despite what Wes had said, Harlow hadn’t asked a single thing until now.
Harlow eyed him. “You can’t just…tell me what I need to do?”
“You’re a big boy, open your mouth.”
“I wonder if Wes realized how stubborn you were when he asked you to work on it with me.”
Foxx smiled sweetly. “As stubborn as blindly destroying Wacky Jackie’s Putt-Putt Palace for three hours before finally asking a single question?”
“Point made.” Harlow chuckled. “So, how do I figure out how much I need to adjust?”
“Simple, put a ball down and hit it as hard as you can. As you hit it, try to memorize how hard you hit it, and what that feels like.”
“Hit it as hard as I can?” Harlow grimaced. “You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Yes.”
“Okay…”
The dhampir grabbed a ball from his bucket, a bucket they’d had to fill multiple times as the man kept losing his balls in things.
Setting it down, Harlow took a deep breath. “Here…I go.”
The man swung and the ball went flying. Bursting through the face of the clown, it kept going through the retaining wall surrounding the place, and off into the woods, disappearing in the distance.
“How…thick are these woods again?” The dhampir asked hesitantly.
“It goes on for miles. But no worries, your ball will stop right about…” Listening to the sounds of wood shattering, he smiled when finally, there was a distant thud. “There. It’s now stuck in a tree somewhere. Okay, do you have in your mind how it felt to hit it as hard as you could?”
Harlow nodded.
“Good. Hit it at half that strength.”
The man’s brow rose. “Half?”
Foxx nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay.” Harlow tilted his head and grabbed another ball, setting it down.
The man took a deep breath, lined up his club and hit it. The ball did go flying, much higher than one would want for putt-putt, but as it hit the clown, instead of embedding itself, itbounced off, lightly bouncing a few more times on the fake grass before rolling to a stop. While there was a noticeable indent on the clown…that was all the damage it caused.
Harlow’s mouth dropped open as his arms slowly fell to his sides, the club hanging loosely now as he stared at his ball.
Foxx giggled and clapped cheekily. “Oh look, you did it!”
The dhampir turned his head sharply in his direction, his eyes narrowed. “You…”
He smiled sweetly. “Me?”
“Why the FUCK was I destroying shit for THREE hours when you could have just TOLD me how to do THAT?!”
