Wordcount: 199
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Red and Skip call a truce.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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Promises

Skip and Chatter come back while Red is deep in his work and he doesn’t notice them until he looks up at the scent of dinner.

“You came back,” he says to Skip in a tone that isn’t quite accusatory.

“Don’t make me think better of it,” said Skip in a snippy tone. He’s still not over the betrayal yet, but Chatter was good at convincing him to do things he didn’t want to. It was a skill Chatter hadn’t lost with the transition.

“I can make you promises now, if you like.” said Red, without looking at Skip.

“Promise not to lie to me,” said Skip sharply and shook his head as Red opened his mouth to object. “By omission or in fact, I don’t want to have to double-check everything that comes out of your mouth. Promise me you won’t lie or just keep your promises to yourself.”

Red snapped his mouth shut with a frown and glared at Skip for a few moments.

Chatter carefully stayed out of both the conversation and the line of fire.

“Fine.” said Red after a moment. “I promise.”

Skip looked slightly startled, but then licked his tail in agreement. “Good.”