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Hearts of Irony
Topic Started: Jul 30 2016, 02:57 PM (425 Views)
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((Alessio Rigano continued from Not My Tempo))

Wait no. It was not a great idea to move the bishop there. If Maxim did the right move now, Alessio would be screwed.

Please, let him not notice his mistake. Please let him not notice his mistake. Please let him think that it was a smart move. Please let him just worry about the bishop and not notice his mistake.

While Al waited for the move of the German, he viewed to the ground, to spectate the, luckily unopened plastic water bottle that was lying on the ground. He picked up the bottle to place it back on the table, just to pick it up again to place it on a closet to protect it from being knocked out again.

Staring back at the computer screen, he awaited Maxim's next move. Please let him not notice the mistake. Fall for it.
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"Okay, see you."

Dang it. Maxim was observant. Alessio was going to lose.

Al concluded that Maxim was good at chess. Maybe he was as good as Alvaro. The times he battled against him in the café, Al mostly lost. Alvaro would have also seen Al's mistake. That was a dumb mistake. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

And he was going to lose. But, maybe he can do something smart. He watched each piece of the board. What was the best move?

This time, he thought about the consequences the move would have. Then he dragged the chess piece with his mouse.

Oh w-

No, everything was alright. No threat, no threat.

And now Alessio even had the time to calm down, as he waited for Maxim's return. The clock showed 3:47 PM. Hm, how time passes once you have fun. He stood up to take the water bottle again and drink a sip out of it. There was not much he could do while waiting. He could do something else, but that'd be rude towards the flaxen-haired boy. So he waited.
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Maxim returned with not only yoghurt, but also lots of questions.

"You." Oh, Al was interrupted by the German as he started rambling. "Ther-", Alessio tried to explain how one can see the changes, but Maxim interrupted him yet again. Maxim had a weird accent. The 'ach' sounded so weird. But at least he knew the move now.

When Maxim asked how much time had passed, Alessio replied with a simple, flat: "Uh, I have no clue."

Oh, he was muted. He always was muted. Because being muted meant being save, being muted meant not bothering the other person with besides noise. He unmuted himself.

"I have no clue."

Mute.

This time the 'I have no clue' was less flat. More prepared.

Oh, the queen, the big queen. Alessio did not like when a queen was threatening something, he really did not like it. But, Maxim would not be stupid enough to let him lose his queen, so Alessio moved his rook to protect his site from the dangerous queen.
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Hm, there are so many possibilities. So many.

What should he do now? Alessio looked at the clock. He wanted to finish this game, it was not really fun. Timeconsuming, stressful, but not really fun.

Alessio made his next move without really thinking too much, intuition. He sacrificed something, awaiting a sacrificing chain. Perhaps, then he could break through Maxim's wall to take out the powerful pieces. The queen backed up, so that's a good thing.

Julius was meanwhile lurking under the blanket of Alessio's bed and the italian boy turned his back to watch the rather hyperactive Julius.

Hm, maybe he should pet Julius while he gives Maxim time to think. And so, Alessio was scratched in the hand. No blood though, just a white stripe that was on his hand.
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Unmute.

"Checkmate."

Mute.

That was satisfying. Finally, after much time had passed, Alessio managed to win the match. It really was a relief. Now the thinking hell is over. It was probably not as satisfying as winning against Alvaro, since Alvaro is really, really good at chess. But Maxim seemed to be a very smart guy, so that made Alessio feel better about his own smartness.

He looked back at Julius. Julius seemed to have calmed down while the two of them played, as he slept on the bed right now. Still, Alessio did not want to pet him again, especially as he was a sleeping Julius.

"So, wh-"

Unmute, "So what now?", mute. Alessio wondered what they would do now. If they should stop the skype call? Or, play another game? Or another chess match? No, if Maxim suggested to do a revanche, Al would decline. Chess is too time consuming. Besides, Al knew he was going to lose his next match.
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It was a long match, yeah. Al however never kept track of the time of matches. He never did. Chess was a game that sometimes consumed minutes, sometimes hours. It can be a short, or a long match. When Al was at Vacanti's he sometimes was there for too long, because of games. Chess was no soccer, with a time limit of 90 minutes. It was flexible.

Alessio couldn't recall which move Maxim meant. There were so many moves that were made in the game, and Al already forgot most of them by now. Unmute.

"Yeah, I was lucky." Mute. No idea which bishop move Maxim meant.

He stared at the screen to await a response. Alessio was bored now, and kinda nervous, because he had no clue what Maxim was up to now. How long will this call be?
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Maxim had to remind Alessio of the game again. Details of the game, details that happened a long time ago. Bishop sacrifice? Al sacrificed lots of figure during the game. He frankly could not recall anything. He sure put some thoughts in strategies, but these were momentarily. Once executed, they were forgotten. Unmute.

"I mean, destroying the defense is important. So yeah."

Mute. Al could recall that he was proud at some moments of the game, especially when taking the roles of Maxim. But now Maxim talked about the game, making Al feel less happy about the game. It was not really worth discussing, no? It was just a game, after all. If they had played checkers they wouldn't have discussed much about the game either.
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"Yeah, it was fun," Alessio said, while being unmuted. Al nervously waited for Maxim to say something, reply to Al or to stop the call, but after some seconds, Al decided to quit the call himself. Done with talking, done with being nervous, done with feeling watched. Al looked back at Julius just to see that he disappeared.

Alessio stood up to first drink a sip from the water bottle and then looked under his bed to look for Julius. Yeah, the cute cat was hiding under the bed, in the dark.

Hello Julius, my old friend. I've come to cuddle with you again. Al had no clue why he hummed that, maybe because Al thought of darkness. Al felt free, being able to hum freely without feeling awkward. He could not imagine humming while Maxim listened. That would be weird.

While Al hummed, while scratching Julius, he was reminded how great Simon and Garfunkel were. Al should practise guitar more often. So, before Julius suddenly bit him again, he tried learning to learn how to play The Boxer on the guitar via a YouTube tutorial.
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Alessio gave Maxim the link in their Skype chat dialogue. He was glad that Maxim played with him. Alvaro was the only regular opponent for Al at the chess game. His father did not like the game, his mother did not understand it. And, well his cats couldn't play chess. So he wondered how Maxim would perform against him. Probably good. Maxim was a smart guy, smarter than Al. And Al was never really good at chess. Especially against Alvaro.

Al looked forward to see what his brain could do after that hard school day. Perhaps, he should have suggested a game that required less thinking.

Hm, Al had to start the game. White. Hm, what should he move? Which pawn? When playing in the café he sometimes tried more risky things, to confuse. But now, he should play properly and move the pawn in front of his king.
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So many possibilities. Openings were the worst. The midgame was much more simple to follow since it had less options. But now? Al, who also had pressure due to Maxim awaiting a response, quickly made a next move.

And while Alessio and Maxim played chess, Julius arrived at home from his hunt. After having had eating some tasty meal, he returned to his territory: Al's room. He wanted more food. He jumped on Alessio's bed and meowed. Al quickly turned around to pet him, just to turn around again to continue playing.

Enough is enough. Julius wanted fooooood. He put all the force into his legs to jump on the desk of Alessio to alarm him that he needed fooood. That a water bottle fell to the ground was no big sacrifice. Fooood. Julius then began to cuddle with Al, but he rudely grabbed Julius to put him on the bed, removing the cat from the desk.

"Aaaahrgh, Julius! Not now, not now."

That's why Al was muted. But Julius did not care. He cared for food. But then he did not care about food, and cared about sleep instead. Aww, the blanket is so cuddly and it was so beautifully dark. Maybe he wasn't that hungry, maybe he needed sleep after the failure of a hunt he did. Julius had not caught a bird, Julius had not caught a mouse. So, Julius took a nap under the blanket.

After Al took his cat to the bed, he found a brilliant move. Maybe it was a good move to move the bishop there.

((Alessio Rigano continued in Everybody Wants To Be A Cat))
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