Bishop Trander
Bishop perked up when his good friend Momo approached his car scooting closer to the window. When she arrived he smiled more seeing her lean so that they were eye level. "Yes, that's right. . . Lookin good." Bishop's face would get red as she complimented him. "Aahh, thank you." He glanced to his aunt giggling in the driver's seat of the car watching the two of them. Before he got a chance to invite her for a ride she had to answer her phone. "Oh, hold on a tick."
He would wait politely for her to be done his smile returning in full bloom when she looked to him. "Ah Momo, there you are! I got quite a fright when I didn't see you-- Oh hello! I'm Momo's mother. You must be a classmate of hers? It's so comforting to know my daughter has settled into Airdalen well." Bishop smiled to the older woman automatically assuming it was her mother, but maybe her sister? It was kinda hard to tell in Japan sometimes. "Hello! I'm Bishop, a classmate of Momo's. This is my Aunt, Musubi." "Hello~ a pleasure!" The dark haired woman waved to them with a happy smile. "And yes, me and Momo are good friends." His speech was genuine, although his Japanese had an accent to it. "My little nephew, perfecting his Japanese. He use to be much worse, it was so cute!" his aunt confided to Momo's mother. "MUSUBI~~!" Bishop groaned and blushed deeply glaring daggers at her. "Is it okay if my mother and I both get a lift? Hehe..." Bishop looked to Momo in the eyes and nodded. "I'd be happy to!" His aunt nodded with him and smiled. "Of course we are, it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of my nephew to say no~" "What? Why do you have to make it all about me?" He blinked and scooted over to allow Momo room to enter. "Oh nothing~." She would divert the conversation and begin to drive.
As soon as she took off Bishop's phone began to ring. "Oh, excuse me." He would turn to answer his phone finding Daniel's number on the screen. "Hello?" He would answer in English. During this time his aunt would begin to talk to Momo and her mother being friendly and getting to know them. If Bishop was paying attention he would be nervous however. His mother, aunt and grandmother loved fishing for information and finding out which girls he was talking to (or guys). No matter how many times he asked, they just wouldn't stop. They wouldn't suspect a thing, his aunt being an expert on keeping information about Bishop.