John and Chase were playing chess
- Besides the last one, something interesting? John asked
Last was an argument between Rocky and Skye
- No. Chase says
John stared at Chase's stony face, trying to read his next move.
German Shepherd, on the other hand, was looking at the black and white figures on the board, mentally analyzing and considering various options.
Some time ago John persuaded him to learn the human game called chess.
He encouraged him to play chess, saying that he developed a sense of strategy and tactics on the battlefield. Chase immediately liked the game. Now he sat, unable to make up his mind whether to sacrifice his horse and lure Queen John into a trap, or better to risk the movement of the tower and try to end the game. Chase scratched his nose thoughtfully.
- It can be lethal. he thought as he stretched his paw up the tower.
However, he failed to make his move because she stormed inside, Skye 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 like she was running all the way. The silence after Skye was enter was so dense that it could be sliced with a knife.
- Good morning? risked breaking Chase's silence while preparing himself mentally for the blow.
- What did you do to him? Skye emphasized each word with emphasis.
John and Chase put on the most innocent faces they could.
- But what's the matter? Chase asked, wishing he could disarmingly flutter eyelashes at the moment.
These tricks are said to relieve tension. At least that's what Zuma claimed.
- Rocky! He's lying in the hospital all battered, with a broken paw and without three teeth! And he got there after he came back from you! So please politely. What did you do to him ?!
A "polite" question was shouted with a force that made the chess pieces tremble, it did not bode well.
Chase was glad in his heart that dogs couldn't turn pale, for at the moment hi would be the color of the wall.
By the way, Skye is very nice in that pink color ... A glance at John quickly made him stop thinking about Skye's appearance, he already had a girlfriend.
John was smiling slightly, trying his best not to burst out laughing.
- He had a minor accident, you were screaming unnecessarily. John said casually.
- Minor? Skye raised one eyebrow questioningly.
- Oh, it's not good. Chase thought, intervening quickly.
- Well, because Rocky accidentally did it to himself ... He started hurriedly, fearfully watching Skye's eyebrow rise higher ... Rocky was indeed here, but he was only here for a moment because he was looking for you ... And you weren't here ... So he practically stayed here for a few minutes ... So he walked in, then he left ... Chase's tongue began to twist.
- And between getting in and out, he managed to bruise all his ribs? Skye's voice was calm. Too calm.
- Well ... not really ... Chase scratched his head in shame ... because he was in a rush and so quickly out of here. And he stumbled. And the stairs are long ...
- What? Skye was slowly getting lost in this.
- This moron wants to say Rocky was here, but then he left. Except he tripped and flew 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 tiny light bulb inside.
- Are you telling me Rocky got all that damage falling down the stairs? she already asked softly.
- They're long… Chase muttered, praying Skye would believe the fairy tale.
- And he fell because he stumbled? Skye asked.
- So unfortunate ... It doesn't take much for an accident ...
- Well, he stumbled. On the paw of Chase, John said casually.
- WHAT?!
- I will die. I will die and become a wet spot. Chase thought.
- But don't scream, Skye. It was not on purpose. John assured her stoically.
- Completely accidental! Chase exclaimed, leaping up from his seat, torn between pleading for mercy and beating his chest.
- Well ... Totally accidentally, he planted his 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 was a doubt in Skye's voice.
- Of course. It's just that I missed ...
- Wait ... Skye cut him off ... Are you telling me you specially threw Rocky down the stairs? He could break his neck!
- Bullshit, he was fine ... John denied ... After I fired, he got really fucking fast.
- You shoot him ?! Skye snarled.
- How was I supposed to find out if he had survived the fall?
After the last announcement, Skye resigned.Without a word, with her mouth open, she stood staring alternately at John and Chasa.
Chase sighed discreetly in relief. It looked like they would survive somehow. He turned to the table, reaching for the plate beside the chessboard.
- Cake? offered quite innocently.