After about thirty minutes of filing his claws in the boys' dorm, in which he had to use his nails to pick the lock to get into, he only jumped three-feet into the air when the window from across the hall had been smashed in. The hail of glass shards was then followed by some dude who had his bangs clipped against his crown, revealing a wide expanse of his forehead that glowed under the fluorescent light.

Blake watched in complete silence as hairclip-boy wandered around for a bit, and then finally slipped into one of the rooms. He sat there, in the dark, propped up against the wall. One would think he was pondering life's greatest mysteries; but no, he was instead, completely dumbfounded when forehead-boy had burst in through the windows, proving that Blake's hard efforts in picking the lock with one of his claws had proven to be redundant. Not only had the majority of the academy crumbled to bits, but apparently he was losing his common sense as well.

Blake facepalmed in defeat when the thought of losing a couple of brain cells as a result of overworking himself crossed his mind. He turned his attention back to the room the hairclip-boy entered, just in time to catch a glimpse of another young student with really cool hair that seemed to glow in the dark as she entered the same room the other guy was in. He dusted his mid-length coat off and slowly made his way to the door opening of the room. Any company at this point would have been appreciated- after all, his energy had been drained and his shoulder ached after carrying Jelly around. 

He did however, want to be safe. So he stood behind the crook of the door and waited until the two were done conversing, nodding his head lightly at the silver-haired girl's mention of gathering at the dorms, until finally leaving to "rest" in the other room. Blake felt it weird to be eavesdropping on another pair of students, but one could never be too sure, right? Maybe they were demons in disguise. 

He felt much like an assassin as he slipped out from behind the door and into the brightly-lit room, his creeping presence still gone unnoticed by the hairclip boy who seemed to be handling something at the counter. Skillfully letting his buttcheeks relax, he gunned it at full-speed until he was behind the other boy, positioning a clawed hand around his neck and one behind his back in case he tried to resist.

[i]"Hey, forehead,"[/I] Blake spoke in a hushed voice so as to not alert the other "student". [i]"-put down the fucking pizza and tell me sincerely you're not one of those putrid bastards from hell."[/i]