Blake had been practising protracting and retracting his claws during the patrol, determined to at least get a grasp of how to work with them during close-combat. Since he found out about them just the other day, it was difficult for him to adjust. After that, the following days were basically a series of events that lead others to think he had a suddenly contracted a serious case of diarrhea with [b]all[/b] those trips to the bathroom when really the poor boy was just trying to cover up his claws.

...so two days later he had some spicy curry. This is significant, how? Well, on that same day, Blake's bowels had decided to let loose all hell on him. As a result of that long and stressful experience, he had learned that clenching his butt-cheeks really, [i]really[/i] tight would retract his claws. Simple as that. 

Once he got the hang of it, he began to use it for mundane things like cooking, paper cutting and scratching his back. However, in order to keep them sharp and dandy, Blake had to file them often, which sucked. [s]Consequently, there have been times where he'd accidentally sort-of stabbed himself.[/s] Also- being partially dog kinda sucks, since they're pretty messy animals. When you inherit traits from such an animal the chances of you getting the short-end of the stick was damn high. Blake however, thanked his lucky stars that he turned out pretty decent. 

Almost. 

Sorta.

[i]Shrug.[/i]

Whilst swiping away at the air, Blake let his thoughts wander.

[i]"Since you guys seem so exciteable, how about watching over the school?" [/i] Blake scoffed.

[i]How about fuck you?[/i] he sliced the air harder. Being a boy his age, it was natural for him to get so excited when field trips were announced. He even packed his bags 3 weeks beforehand... and then the grade-A-wanker-of-a-principle decided to put him and a couple other people on duty. It was sucky. Totally sucky.

Blake shook away the negative thoughts and looked up at the sky, surprised to see it already so dark. [i] It's not even anywhere near evening... [/i] Soon enough, the air began to sit heavily on his shoulders and the humidity caused his hair to dampen a bit. 

"Hey-" his partner called out to him, "It's going to rain pretty soon." 

"Yeah, thanks." Blake didn't like water as much as the next person. It wasn't because of his ancestry though. It simply made him feel sticky and just... [i] ew.[/i] Y'know? He sprinted across the outer fields near the gate, making his way to his partner- cautiously sneaking underneath the steel make-do umbrella so as to not alert Jace. Scanning the area around the gates, he noticed the darkened sky had made the atmosphere seem a lot more menacing than usual.

Blake watched the boy's hawk as it soared through the sky, careful not to make any noise as he sat next to Jace.