[ A sprig of fresh mistletoe hangs over the threshhold of the door to his new apartment. There's no fireplace to make use of, but he's gone and splurged with the heater to keep the place pleasantly toasty inside. A small tree sits in the corner of the single room, draped in white-silver garland and multi-colored lights. No ornaments bedeck its branches, but there is a candycane hung here and there - a novel treat for visitors - and a homey but elegant skirt covers the base quite nicely. Holiday tunes play softly from a cd player left sitting out on the coffee table, a last minute touch.
Minato himself sits quietly on the two-person couch, only half-watching the television as it shows the conclusion to some popular action movie. He's wearing a simple
suit and tie, with a vest rather than a full-on jacket. His pants pocket is a bit weighed down on the inside, due to the small box he's been carrying there all day. Every so often he has to relieve his palms, sweaty and clammy as they are due to otherwise well-disguised nervousness. ]