"What? No." He looks at Masaomi, bemused. "You know someone who can do that?" Technically, Sora also knew someone who could do that, but that's something he'd never know unless Joshua Kiryuu somehow arrives in Beacon.

"I guess that'd be, uh. Not great." Sora studies the sweatshirt... then starts stuffing himself into it. His shoulders are wider than Masaomi's by a bit, but they're around the same size, so it'll end up drowning him in the same way. "You got a phone call," Sora says finally, popping his head out the collar and shaking out his hair. "From your crew. It was about your friend, um. Mikado?"