<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTcyODcwMDk5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjQyNDIwNw@@._V1_UY317_CR16,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Lucus Bishop aka Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The New Xaviers School For the Gifted, New York City, Central Park<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Chilling in the living room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde, Jubilee, Colossus, Gambit, Betsy, Shogo<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Pictured<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bishop was excellent at noticing the relationship in others, himself not so much.  He was even pretty good at giving it advice.  It would help out more if he would follow his own.  He would make it a point to talk with Piotr when they got back or even on the way, his Russian was rusty at best, but given the fact that he and Kitty had been so close the chance of her not knowing Russian was slim.  It was something that they could talk over considering the big man and he had similar work out styles and schedules.  Not like he could bench press a tank, but he was no slouch either.  He frowned as Kitty spoke to him, but he did look at her.<br/><br/>“So now I am not supposed to know how to take care of a child?  Backseat between two people is where the car seat is supposed to go missy.”  He was tempted to make a ‘Driving Miss Daisy’ reference but considering they were all youngsters to him he rethought it since no one would get it, so he just pointed to the car seat in the back.  He didn’t miss the eyes that Kitty was giving Piotr either and found it amusing that they both seemed to not want to go down that road, but he was not going to let them miss the opportunity if it was there for them.  He realized he could be the older brother in this scene and help Piotr out.  Not like Kitty wasn’t cute as a button anyway and he trusted him to do right by her.  Besides she was a damned assassin too!  If he didn’t do right by her there would be one less steel giant on the team.<br/><br/>It took nothing to notice that Betsy had caught him looking at her and she moved her body to make sure he didn’t miss her.  He blushed a little but in truth had nothing to be embarrassed about, she was drop dead gorgeous.  He would be surprised with himself if he hadn’t noticed her.  “Is that your you want me to take a picture of you pose?”  He said looking over her drinking in every curve and thinking she was nothing but beautiful.    ‘A man would be a damned fool to leave you!’  He thought to himself hoping his thought barriers held, but considering who she was trying to hide his thoughts was useless even in his complicated mind.  If she heard him fine, if she didn’t that was fine too.  Perhaps they could chat later.  “Do you need help in?”  He asked offering his hand.  He knew she didn’t but he did so anyway.<br/><br/>