SFC pushed off to one side now, Zorua taken care of, Minato was busily at work and didn't notice Izaya walking by. He had plenty to do, it was true; with the Defense Force and the Welcoming Committee both on his shoulders, it was all he could do to keep up with it all (and his many, many friends in Vatheon).
Ah, and Christmas was coming up as well, wasn't it? It wasn't something he often celebrated back home; it wasn't as big a holiday in Japan. But in Vatheon it seemed things were a little different, and Minato was better at adapting than anything else. That, at least, was something that had been proven time and time again.
Thus, he had a lot on his mind; it wasn't that surprising, really, that he didn't notice Izaya at first. Even when the door opened, he did not look up from his list, pencil tapping on the paper--
And then the familiar voice.
Minato blinked, a little startled despite himself, and looked up at the man now sitting on his desk, pushing his chair back slightly so he could do so properly.
"Oh...Izaya-san. Hello." There was a pause as he absorbed the rest...and then he responded quietly. "It's not that big of a deal. I think my headphones are broken."
He glanced at the pair of silver headphones lying in a heap on the desk. He knew that they were just that--headphones. But they were also, aside from his MP3 player, the only thing Minato had ever bought for himself. He treasured them, and it wasn't surprising, truly, that he was a little melancholic about it.
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Ah, and Christmas was coming up as well, wasn't it? It wasn't something he often celebrated back home; it wasn't as big a holiday in Japan. But in Vatheon it seemed things were a little different, and Minato was better at adapting than anything else. That, at least, was something that had been proven time and time again.
Thus, he had a lot on his mind; it wasn't that surprising, really, that he didn't notice Izaya at first. Even when the door opened, he did not look up from his list, pencil tapping on the paper--
And then the familiar voice.
Minato blinked, a little startled despite himself, and looked up at the man now sitting on his desk, pushing his chair back slightly so he could do so properly.
"Oh...Izaya-san. Hello." There was a pause as he absorbed the rest...and then he responded quietly. "It's not that big of a deal. I think my headphones are broken."
He glanced at the pair of silver headphones lying in a heap on the desk. He knew that they were just that--headphones. But they were also, aside from his MP3 player, the only thing Minato had ever bought for himself. He treasured them, and it wasn't surprising, truly, that he was a little melancholic about it.