<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;">Chizuru Nishiyama - The Living Room</span></span><br/><br/>Making one tiny step forth, Chizuru continued giving the new girl her reassuring - or she considered it such to say the least - smile. The Puppeteer's voice only made her happier, lit a candle inside her chest that sent a warmth, spreading through her whole body. The step was more of a skip than just a glide forwards, and the sleeves covered her hands once more. She was incredibly light on her feet, almost like a ballet dancer, on her tiptoes skidding across the floor.<br/><br/>She nodded her head at the loudspeaker. "Not evil. Here for 6 years, brother too. Never hurt us." During all that time, the only harm they suffered was from Rai's pyromaniac habits, which sometimes set the wooden furniture on fire, and sometimes lit ablaze Rai himself. "Kind. Gives food, clothes. Never seen him, but good." she assured the new girl. "Doesn't go out, or show face. Doesn't let us either. Only talks through." She pointed one concealed hand at the loudspeaker. Chizuru actually knew how to speak rather well English - even though it was with a quite audible Japanese accent - but for some reason, she could only write in it.<br/><br/>"Take pills, won't hurt. Toasts in kitchen. Bring?" she curiously tilted her head to the side, a few strands of her silky black hair sliding into her face. The pair of bright eyes she was blessed with as if lit up.<br/><br/>But all of a sudden, something crashed into her from the side and nearly toppled her over. She recognized Rai in that something - her pale, scruffy-haired brother, who appeared to be more than distressed at the moment. Tears were running down his cheeks in thick streams, but he couldn't get a word out of himself. She ran her hands down his back gently, accepting his embrace, while he himself buried his face into the jumper she wore. He was shaking... She took his hands into hers, only then noticing the charred skin on the right. "Burned... Call Jim." she muttered, gazing down onto him softly.