blaise zabini: catching them talking to your pet

                                    

                                          
he looks like he's trying really hard to get your pet to do something. "c'mon, do it," he says in a soft voice as your pet just stares at him. he picks up a treat and tries to get your pet to do a spin.
the pet still doesn't do anything. he frowns and sighs, then sits down on the floor to get on the pet's level. "please?" he begs, waving the treat lightly in front of your pet. "your mom will be so proud if you do this," he says.
your pet looks at the treat, then back at him before finally spinning around. his face lights up with a smirk. "oh my... you did it, you little shit," he cheers, picking up the pet with a big grin.
he sets your pet down gently and looks at it. "your mom is going to be so proud of you," he says, giving it a pat on the head before looking over and noticing you standing there. his eyes widen, and he looks a bit embarrassed, realizing he's been caught.
"your momma's back," he whispers to your pet before standing up and dusting himself off. he gives a fake cough, trying to act as if he didn't just get caught talking to your pet. "how long have you been standing there?" he asks.
"long enough to see the action," you chuckle.
he blushes a little and rubs the back of his neck. "i was just, uh... trying to get your pet to do a trick," he says, looking away from you.
"i saw," you smile.
he looks back at you, slightly embarrassed. "yeah, well, it didn't take me long to get your pet doing a simple trick," he says and bends down to pet your pet. "unlike you, your pet actually listens to me."
"aw... well... i hate to break it to you, but i'm not a pet," you joke.
"sometimes, i think you act a little like one," he retorts with a smirk, straightening his back to look at you. he begins to ruffle your hair like he would a pet that did a good job.
"ugh... stop," you chuckle, pushing his hand away.
"what? i'm trying to pet you," he jokes, laughing a little as he wraps his arm around your shoulder to ruffle your hair more.
he continues to mess with your hair, enjoying your reaction. his smirk widens as he watches you try to pull away from him. "c'mon, don't be like that. i'm just giving you some love," he teases. "you want some belly rubs? i'll give you some belly rubs," he jokes and begins tickling you.
he chuckles as you try to squirm out of his grip. he continues tickling you while holding you close so you can't get away. "why are you trying to run away, huh?" he teases, his hands moving up and down your sides and stomach.
"okay! okay! i surrender! stop!" you laugh.
he finally stops, letting you go from his grip. "see? that wasn't so bad, was it?" he says, his smirk turning into a small smile. he pats your head as he chuckles softly.