[Video] 007 ☽

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[When the SFC clicks on the first thing to be seen is a Zorua peering curiously into the screen; it would appear we know the culprit for turning it on.]

--Benzomaru, come on.

[The Zorua moves away cheerfully to show a blue-haired protagonist sitting at what looks like the Welcoming Committee desk, if the papers and the pictures of a cheerful

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Of course, Minato's intentions had never been to "mess with" Izaya at all. He was sincere, he was truthful, and he was truly kind--all he wanted was to be able to understand and give Izaya what he wanted. It was the exact wish he had for everyone. He just wanted to let people make their choices and give them the best opportunity to make "good" ones.

That was all he had ever asked of people, out of his very short life.

Izaya's words did catch him off guard, entirely for that reason. They had had little to do with the conversation thus far--at least, as far as Minato could tell. But...see him cry, huh?

Minato couldn't remember the last time he had cried. It certainly hadn't been when he was six, standing amidst the wreckage of a car accident alone and changed. No, he had not cried then. And he had not cried since.

He doubted Izaya could make him cry. He did not doubt that Izaya could make him hurt; he did not doubt that Izaya was a man to, perhaps, be feared (only he was not afraid of him). But he doubted that Izaya could make him cry.

So he didn't respond to that. By the time he had thought it through, Izaya was already speaking again, and thus he did not need to respond. But he did not forget it, the words tucked in the back of his mind, his Personas humming warnings and reassurances in his head all at once.

And his words, when Minato did speak, were simple, straightforward. "It would be more peaceful elsewhere, to be honest; I'm sure there will be a lot of people at the dorms. I don't have a preference, though. It's up to you."

After all, Minato had never really had a preference. Not on anything.

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Izaya didn't expect Minato to answer him. While the boy did more often than not, it was also pretty obvious that silence was quite a part of his personality. Something Izaya was fine with enough. Usually anyway.

"Hn..Okay, we'll do it at my place then. I have a spare room you can sleep in even. Three, actually." He did love the pent house. It reminded him very much of his old home in Shinjuku- somewhere he missed just as much. He had far too many prized possessions there that he sometimes couldn't get off his mind. And these prized possessions weren't something as replaceable as a pair of headphones. Unless you could by severed dullahan heads and years worth of individuals' information at the store.

Izaya doubted that.

"I'll find some time to decorate it." It's not as though he volunteered anyway like sweet Minato did. Izaya had much more interesting things to do. Although the welcoming committee had always been something he wasn't too against. After all, Izaya had picked up on the habit of sitting around the fountain during the time of the new arrivals. Just to see who came through.

And harass- of course.

"Ah..I have some shopping to do now I suppose," he said, looking over his shoulder and at the Plaza. Christmas. It wasn't so bad. But now he had to think of a gift to get Minato. That would be the appropriate thing to do.

"Well, Minato-kun, if there's anything else.." he trailed off, "I'll see you on Christmas?"

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Minato was silent, of course, in response to the answers. A spare room to sleep in...? He doubted that would be necessary. He trusted Izaya, but he would not sleep in his home. Was that wrong of him, or just sensible? It was hard to say, so Minato didn't think too hard on it.

It hardly mattered anyway. Right now.

Decorations as well were not necessary--but Minato didn't say anything. After all...it was Izaya's choice, whether he decorated or not. There was no reason for Minato to interfere in that, unnecessary as it was.

So he responded to what was truly important. He looked up at Izaya and answered easily, "Yes, I'll see you on Christmas, Izaya-san."

A nod--that took care of that, didn't it? Now he had plans. He wouldn't miss them (because missing plans meant reversed social links and reversed social links, reversed arcana--those hurt and were wrong). He would be there.

At least Christmas promised to be interesting.