There’s a snort at her words, Bishop could have already picked up on the whole ‘go against the grain’ thing. After all she had waltzed right into the Dog Park and stared down their king without so much as batting an eye. Now, to him that spoke of something a little unhinged about her. Because even he would be stopped short if Rodeo held a gun to his head. “Anyone ever tell you that going against the grain could get you killed?” He asked, bright blue eyes studying her as she climbed up onto the counter and began swinging her feet.
This girl was the kind of unsettling type, the ones that seemed just too sweet, like it was a mask hiding a much darker persona underneath.
“Bishop,” he answered leaving it at that. There’s no need for explanation, Bishop is what the whole of Austin knows him as and he isn’t about to go changing that. Sure, there are people in the city who know him as Bode, but those people have either earned that right or they knew him long before the chess piece moniker was bestowed upon him.
Change. Now, that’s a thought that’s been weighing heavily and every Hellhounds mind.
“And what do you think those times are?” Bishop came here to listen, so he’s curious to know the teenager’s opinion on the state of Austin.