<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Rai Nishiyama - the bedroom of Chizuru Nishiyama</span></span></span><br/><br/>With a long, deep sigh, Rai rolled over, and stretched all across the messed-up bedding in his sister's bed. It was no different than his - well, maybe somewhat less burned. He yawned. It was pretty early in the morning... He usually woke up around lunch. But once he was up and dressed, he didn't feel like sleeping anymore. They got food at night, and he was a tad curious. Maybe the boxes were still there, ready to be taken apart and set on fire... Oh man.<br/><br/>That idea lit his eyes up, and he quickly scrambled out of the bed, rolling the sleeves somewhat higher - as not to entirely cover his hands - and noiselessly hurried out of the bedroom. He was smirking.<span style="font-style: italic">It's gonna bu~rn! It's gonna burn nicer than Chizuru's last pair of sandals... Or the broomstick he once discovered in the larder. Or the coffee table in the living room.</span>And boy, fire really got his heart pumping!<br/><br/>As he threaded through the corridor, like a ghost slipping through the premise, floor covered by a thick, dusty rug, he came past many bedrooms. Some full. Some empty. But he heard sounds from one he thought to be empty till then... It was always empty. Was someone new inside?<br/><br/>He stepped forth, and put his ear on the door for a moment. He could discern the sound of someone walking inside... Oh. This wasn't empty, or he wasn't Rai Nishiyama. And his curiosity, a trait natural to him, got the better off him. His thin fingers pressed the handle, the woolen sleeve of his jumper noiselessly pushing it down under his hand, and he opened the door. Off course it wasn't empty.<br/><br/>The woman in rather tight leather clothes inside got a very surprised and mostly blank stare off him. His hand by some instinct clicked the lighter in his palm. Its flickering flame sprang up, following the silent sound, dangerously close to the sleeve. But Rai was too thunderstruck staring at the girl, looking much like an older - and more well-endowed - version of his sister that he absolutely didn't notice that he accidentally set his own sweater on fire, and the flames were slowly spreading onto the wool.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Rai Nishiyama - the doorstep of Shotoke Ariyama's room</span></span></span>