The what?" Airi felt like rewinding everything she heard just now. "You're saying she doesn't let ya call her sister because she hates ya? That's what you think?"
"Isn't that obvious? Otherwise, why would she hate the idea of it so much, even though we got along so well in childhood?" Shiro responded back.
"Ah! Damn, how dense boys can get OMG!" she slapped hard on her forehead. At this point, she wasn't sure if she should feel pity for Sayuri for getting all hyped up for nothing, or for him to be loved by someone totally nuts, and yet he doesn't have that many brain cells to realize that.
"You know what, never mind. I feel bad for ya," she patted on his shoulder, expressing sympathy. "Ya are gettin' things so damn hard."
Shiro looked at the hand on his shoulder through the corner of his eyes. And seeing him looking at it, Airi slowly slipped off the hand, thinking that maybe he didn't like it. Well, he never liked her to probe into his comfort zone.