Hypnosis Mic Pets One-Shots

Stray dog

I know I'm late but still: Happy birthday Dice!! Even if he is a gambling addict and mostly asking for money, he's still a great character that makes my favorite division that bright and unique. I wish that I have a friend like him. I know that he has a lot of fans so please give him all the love and affection he deserves. This part is sweet as a lollipop, I hope you will enjoy it!

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The warm month of April and the trees blooming everywhere only add charm to spring madness. A Stormy march has passed and was left behind, May was waving ahead, and summer not far away either with its holidays and vacations.

And how else to spend a pleasant day off, if not in the park under a cherry blossom, enjoying snacks and drinks in the company of cheerful and noisy friends? And here it is, a blanket under a sprawling beautiful tree, a lot of goodies and ... the complete absence of friends who still live in March and run everywhere with their significant others. That make Y/N sick from them all. First, "Oh, what a wonderful idea. Of course, I will go! ", And one day before the meeting," Forgive me, my baby called me to the movies, etc. ". Traitors in one word, especially when there's absolutely no one to eat all food purchased and prepared with the heart. "Well, at least there's enough for a week and there's no need to cook," thought sullenly (Y/ N), trying to find at least some positive in this situation and chewing a sandwich with ham and cheese cooked by herself. It was delicious, what else to say.

The sun gently warmed through the flowers and branches, a light breeze didn't allow the warm weather to turn into the heat. Eyes closed by themselves, a desire to lie down in the sun was getting stronger and as well as one to get some sleep. But as soon as the eyelids had gone down, the rustling of the bag and the shugs of someone were heard. Deciding that it would be necessary to check it, the girl opened her eyes and stared at the impudent dog, who had stuck his muzzle into the bag with food and tried to pull something out. Sensing a glance, he interrupted his vain attempts to get to the edibles, and turned to the young lady, pressed her ears and whined plaintively, looking at her with the eyes of a cat from Shrek. Not noticing a sign of aggression from a human, the animal has crawled closer more boldly, but still clinging with its stomach to the ground.

'And who is here? Little beggar?' (Y/N) stretched out her hand, palm up, giving the dog a time to sniff, but instead of just sniffing, he, without thinking twice, licked her outstretched hand and reached for scratching, wagging his tail with joy. There was nothing to do anyway, so she began to stroke and scratch him. Even if the fur was dirty and felted, and the hands from the dust turned black after a few minutes, the process brought joy and pleasure to both. The animal was spinning in all directions, substituting one side, then the other, apparently, where it was itching most. Although the dog seemed to be well-fed and completely healthy, he probably climbed into the food bag for a reason, so when her hands were already heavy from fatigue, she decided it was time to treat a new fluffy acquaintance.

Feeling that the scratching had stopped, he turned and looked at the girl, surprised and full of disbelief eyes. But almost immediately he turned his attention to the rustling bag, from which a container of food appeared. He didn't have to wait long, until the lid was removed and the smell of meat and fried chicken was drifting in the air. With a generous gesture (Y/N) put the container in front of the dog.

'Go on, I can't eat it alone anyway, but it's better that it at least bring some benefit, besides getting spoiled and going to the garbage can.' she said, and the hungry animal immediately pounced on the offered food. He ate with visible pleasure, sometimes even whimpering, showing that he liked it. Such an assessment of her culinary skills caused a faint smile on the face of the young woman while she tried to wash her hands with wet wipes. But as it soon turned out, it was done in vain, because full of gratitude for a nourishing and tasty meal, the dog flopped across her knees. Royally lounging, he exposed his stomach for scratching. Sighing heavily and throwing such a useless thing as an attempt to wipe the dirt from her palms, she started to scratch him again. Sometimes waving his paws and closing his eyes, he turned from one side to the other, which made him extremely sweet and, looking at him, it was impossible to restrain smile.