"He~h..." Sora looked at Shiro, smiling a little as he purposely looked in Izaya's direction as he stooped lower to listen to his sister's 'whisper.' "I guess no one can resist your charms, Shiro. First that kid with the bleached hair, now Orihara-san!"

     Shaking his head, he straightened up again, ruffling Shiro's hair.

     "Most would think it weird because of the age gap. She's seven years younger than me, after all. Still, I guess we just connect so naturally," Sora shrugged.