John and Chase were playing chess
Apart from the last one something interesting? John asked
The last was the fight between Rocky and Skye
No, Chase said
John stared at Chase's stony face, trying to read his next move from it.
The German Shepherd looked at the black and white numbers on the blackboard, analyzing and considering various options.
Some time ago, John persuaded him to learn to play with people, called chess.
He encouraged him, saying that they were developing strategy and tactics on the battlefield.
Chase immediately liked the game.
Now he sat there, unable to decide whether to sacrifice his horse and lure Queen John into a trap, or better venture into the tower and try to attack the king at once. Chase scratched his nose thoughtfully.
It can be fatal. He thought as he extended his paw to the tower.
However, he failed to make his move when Skye burst inside in her own furious person.
They both froze as they saw the lightning in her pink eyes.
She stood in front of them, trying to catch her breath.
She looked as if she was running all the way.
The silence was so dense that it could be cut with a knife.
Good morning? He risked breaking Chase's silence, mentally bracing himself for the blow.
What. You. Him. You did. Skye emphasized each word emphatically.
John and Chase had the most innocent expressions they could
But what's the matter? Asked Chase, wishing he had the lashes to flutter at the moment.
Apparently, such tricks relieve tension.
At least that's what she said, Zuma.
Rocky! He's lying in the hospital all battered, with a broken paw and without three teeth! And he came there later when he came back from you! So please kindly. What did you do to him ?!
"Polite" question was shouted out with a force that made the chess pieces tremble. Nothing good.
Chase was happy in spirit that dogs couldn't fade because it would now be the color of the wall.
By the way, Skye was very pretty in that pink color ... John's gaze quickly threw out of his, thoughts about Skye's appearance.
He already had a girlfriend.
John smiled slightly, with all his strength, trying not to burst out laughing.
Oh, minor accident. Needlessly so much scream. John said reluctantly.
Little? Skye raised an eyebrow questioningly.
Oh, that's not good. Chase thought, stepping in quickly.
Because Rocky did it accidentally ... he started hurriedly, anxiously, watching the anger build up ... Rocky was here actually yesterday, but he was only here for a moment because he was looking for you ... and you weren't here ... so he's practically playing here for a few minutes ... in and out immediately ... Chase began to stick his tongue out.
And between "immediate entry and exit" he managed to hurt all the ribs? Skye's voice was calm. Too calm.
Well ... not quite ... Chase scratched his head, embarrassed ... Because he was in a hurry and fell out so quickly. And he stumbled. And the stairs are long ...
What? Skye was slowly losing it all.
This moron wants to say Rocky was here, but he left. Except, unfortunately, he tripped and fell down the stairs ... John interrupted Chase ... I still don't understand what that scream was about. He added with a shrug.
Skye felt her head lighten.
It was as if someone had lit a small light bulb inside.
Are you telling me Rocky has all the damage from falling down the stairs? She asked in a soft tone already.
They're long… chase, he muttered, praying Skye would believe the fairy tale.
Fell because he stumbled? Skye asked.
So unfortunate ... it doesn't take much to break ...
Well, he stumbled. Chase paws. John said casually.
WHAT?!
I will die. I will die. He thought of the desperate pursuit.
But don't tear your vocal cords, Skye. It was not on purpose. John assured her stoically.
Completely accidentally! Chase exclaimed, leaping up from his seat, torn between pleading for mercy and beating his chest.
Well ... Totally accidentally, he gave him that paw. John continued in the same emotionless voice.
Chase was going to have a heart attack.
CHASE!
But I told you not to scream ... calm Skye John ... It was just an accident. I've been there, seen and even tried to catch Rocky.
Seriously? There were doubts in Skye's voice.
Of course. I just missed ...
Wait ... Skye cut him off ... Are you telling me you pushed Rocky down the stairs? Are you crazy ?! He could break his neck!
Nonsense, he was fine ... John denied him ... He was really fucking fast when I shot him.
Did you shoot him ?! Skye snarled.
How was I supposed to check if he had survived the fall?
Following the last announcement, Skye resigned.
Without a word, with her mouth open, she stood staring alternately at John and Chase.
Chase sighed discreetly in relief.
It looked as if they would somehow survive.
He turned to the table, reaching for the plate beside the chessboard.
Cookie? He offered quite innocently