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"U-Um..." Upon the appearance of the little blonde, Rire stumbled slightly on his words. "H-hi Mira." The small eye contact was the most he could manage before the masked boy turned back to the racks. "Brody is supposed to be performing already," he said softly. "I'm sure when we get back out there he'll be done." Under his mask the boy felt his face heat up beneath the skin. He had been involved in the circus for long enough already not to get scared by girls anymore. Still...Mira made him slightly nervous. And it wasn't because of her amazing ability to crunch her bones. It was strictly because she was, well, female.

Rire put his attention back on helping Drendale. "Well...you, ah, you shapeshift, right?" He looked through the rack for something appropriate for that. "Into a dragon? That in itself is an act. Of course, you'll need something that's flashy but easy to strip out of..." Rire fumbled through the fabric until he touched something that held some weight. "You could probably mess with the trapeze if you wanted to." The red-cloaked boy pulled out a dark jacket with a somewhat decent amount of embellishments. "Does this suit your tastes?" He asked, holding it against the Drendale's form.