[center][h2][color=92278f]Blake Eights[/color][/h2]
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[color=92278f]"Spring and summer. The best seasons for aesthetics by far!"[/color] Warm days were the best. It's the one type of weather that you can get away with wearing less than intended! Also by noon almost everyone looked like they had just woken up from a wild night before which can only be described as... inspiring. All the more so due to the mono-gender of the student population. Following her own beliefs for spring to sprung, Blake's shirt had far less buttons than intended done up and her skirt was worn noticeably shorter than general population.

Licking her lips as she entered the hall, Blake couldn't help but let out a little cackle as she saw Ms Reinhardt fix the pervy prankster Tillia's uniform before swaggering the teacher all but swaggered off and putting on a show that would put Tillia's to shame. Blake loved this school. Taking out her sketch book, Blake roughly drew up a passable likeness of Tillia posed far more provocatively than the girl had been with Ms Reinhardt tidying her up. Tearing the page out, Blake folded the picture in half twice and wandered up behind Tillia.

[color=92278f]"So lucky, Ms Reinhardt treating you so well on the first day~"[/color] reaching around Tillia from behind, Blake attempted to push the folded caricature down Tillia's shirt.

[color=92278f]"Such a tight fit... it would be [i]awful[/i] if a button burst~"[/color] pausing to imagine it briefly Blake giggled at the image of the button flying through the air and into a drink... and shoved the piece of paper in a vain hope to make dreams reality

[color=92278f]"Well, enjoy my gift to you. Be sure to peruse it on those cold lonely nights! I'm off to find my loooovely muse~"[/color] blowing a kiss as she walked backwards, Blake turned around scanned the room and searching for her blonde bombshell, her femme fatale, her muse.

[@Hammerman]