(http://rs884.pbsrc.com/albums/ac45/mikamed/936full-andrej-pejic.jpg~c200)<br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Ebony Rain<br/><strong>Age: </strong>18<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>Bronze<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Gay<br/><strong>Date: </strong>September 20th, 1 pm.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>[open]<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>Ebony felt a nasty little feeling creeping into his chest, and though he couldn’t say that he knew the woman, he actually felt a bit of worry after her ‘scene’. His nails would subconsciously tap against the hard surface of his desk, and those crystal-like eyes would stare blankly at his own reflection in the mirror.<strong>“I’ll do it.”</strong>He would respond to snow. Though he had no intention of leaving the class, he could still, at the very least, shoot this ‘Fox’ a text. And Though he knew that this wouldn’t clear up his hazy mind, he at least knew it would help to ease it.<br/><br/>His fingers quickly went to work to type up the message, and his brow would furrow as he read it over.<strong>“Well, that’s as good as it’s going to be.”</strong>He would comment, and his perfectly painted nail would tap against the ‘send’ on his screen. With his task complete, the boy would slip his phone back into his purse, and would turn his attention towards the teacher once more. The lewd thoughts were gone, and though he still saw the man as attractive, he couldn’t help but let his ‘compassionate’ side fuel his thoughts.<br/><br/>The boy rolled his eyes at the mention of the extra credit. He could see how well that would go with Shane...But, the more he thought about it, the more a smile would begin to form on his lip. This could actually be kind of fun. The boy could already picture his roommate’s reaction, and this would cause the slightest of chuckles to leave the boy’s painted lips. Though, when the teacher asked him his thoughts about a more ‘lewd’ assignment, his gaze would turn cat-like.<strong>“Hmm...I could think of a few ways to earn some ‘extra credit’.”</strong>He would coo, and his painted lips would curl into a devious grin.<strong>“But, i’ll have to give them to you another time, Teach-- I have another class to get to.”</strong><br/><br/>With that, the boy would grab his purse, and rise slowly to his feet. After a wink towards the teacher, and a finger wave towards the rest of the class, the boy would make his way towards the door.<strong>“Ciao, Darlings~”</strong>With that, the boy left, and proceeded on with his day.