[ he must be talking about kisumi. rin doesn't interrupt - it's not important, anyway, since kisumi is long gone.

which isn't a thought worth pursuing. he's spent enough time dwelling on things he can't change. he's here with tadashi to find something that he can accomplish. ]

Yeah.

[ rin watches tadashi shuffle about. in the meantime, he crouches back down, resuming his earlier pursuit of demo's affection. his scarf has admittedly seen better days, but it was sacrificed for a good cause. ]

The rocket boots are pretty cool, but -- [ he looks his age when he grins. all seventeen years of it. ] Can you do fire for the gloves instead? And red. Definitely red, metallic red. White flames down the side, black accents. Maybe some gold, too.

[ and then a beat where he realizes -- ]

If it's possible, of course.