slytherin boys react

blaise zabini: with them while you're drunk

you look at his face and feel a bit flustered, looking away. "why do you look like that..." you say quietly.

your drunken rambling makes him slightly curious, wondering what you've realized about his appearance. "look like what?" he asks, gentleness present in his voice, his eyes holding a mix of concern and slight curiosity.

"so perfect and pretty... it's annoying..." you say drunkenly.

he chuckles slightly, a soft snort leaving his mouth at your words. "aww..." he says softly, unsure if you're aware of how much you adore him given your intoxicated state. "do you really find me frustrating?" he asks softly.

"very," you say.

"hm... why though..." he asks softly, tilting his head, curious to see if you'll give in or remain grumpy in your intoxicated state.

"because..." you whine a bit. "you're perfect..." you say drunkenly.

"i- i'm..." he chuckles. "you really do admire me that much, don't you?" he speaks softly with a genuine smile on his lips, starting to stroke your hair gently, trying to calm you.

"yes... and you're just so pretty with your pretty perfect face," you say.

he chuckles softly at your drunken rambling, finding it humorous as well as sweet and genuine. "mm... you think i'm pretty?" he asks with a soft grin, continuing to play with your hair.

"i think you already know the answer..." you say.

his smile grows wider as you confirm how much you adore him. "yes... but hearing you say it is... rather lovely," he responds, continuing to stroke your hair. you seem so delicate and pretty even when drunk.

"you're lovely," you say.

he laughs softly at your drunken reply and then speaks. "am i?" he asks, continuing to stroke your hair softly, a soft giggle leaving his lips as you call him lovely.

"yes... and you're my boyfriend," you say.

a small smirk appears on his lips as he hears you confirm he's your boyfriend. "that i am..." he says softly, his eyes looking at you as he strokes your hair gently. "and you're my girlfriend." he says.

"will you marry me? no- you will marry me," you say.

as your drunken ramblings grow more absurd, he can't help but chuckle. finding your drunken state quite amusing. "i- i will marry you," he says, trying to keep his tone calm and gentle as he strokes your hair, not wanting to upset you.

you giggle softly, your words slurred but filled with a hint of sincerity. "you will, won't you?" you ask, your gaze fixed on him with a playful yet hopeful expression.

he smiles warmly at your antics, charmed by your tipsy proposal. "yes, darling, i will," he replies gently, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. he continues to stroke your hair soothingly, wanting to reassure you in your intoxicated state.