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?"