[center][h2][color=92278f]Blake Eights[/color][/h2] [img]http://i.imgur.com/0TH97Hx.gif[/img][/center] She had to admit, Rufie sure knew how to take refuge in audacity! Calling Dana a thespian? The term could equally be applied to Rufie with the face she showed the student body, Blake and Dana among the few privy to the simmering rage so cleverly hidden beneath the facade. Mouth brushing against Dana's ear, a rumbling murmur quietly escaped Blake's lips. [color=92278f]"I prefer the private shows you put on where you help me with my art classes~"[/color] looking at the mob of a student body being assigned their rooms, Blake sent the group a general wink as she was dragged along by Dana, her grip slipping so her arms were now around Dana's waistline and snickered into Dana's back. [color=92278f]"Careful, careful! We gotta get out of sight before I slip further~! A wardrobe malfuntion the first day would ab-so-lutely shatter the prestige the Student Council has!"[/color] legs scrambling behind her to keep up with Dana and Rufie, although not too hard and if an observer didn't know better they would likely suspect Blake's goals. Out of sight of most of the student body, Blake finally straightened herself, bust running softly up Dana's back and her grip now under Dana's chest. [color=92278f]"Next time, Dana, let me in on the act. The VP can give you soooo much more credence when you play Prez! Plus I would [i]love[/i] to see how you fit yourself into Rufie's uniform."[/color] Chin on Dana's shoulder, Blake giggled and watched Rufie's retreating figure. [color=92278f]"Speaking of spicy, want to grab a bite to eat? I'm sure we can find an excuse to be intimate with it that neither teachers or Rufie can get jealous about. Spicy food can be messy after all..."[/color] biting her lips and letting her artists imagination run wild, Blake tugged on Dana's wrist [color=92278f]"Plus if you accidentally get the uniform dirty we have an excuse to drag you to our room and trying on [i]all[/i] of Rufie's clothes together!"[/color]