There was an influx of new residents, and noise came with them. Minato had been bored, but he loved his sleep, and now his sleep was interrupted. There might have been something else for him to do now that Halloween was over and things were getting to be lively again. He still felt lethargic, but hopefully getting up and leaving the house might alleviate that. Minato noticed that a few things had changed, least of which the buildings having gone under some renovations. Minato suspected that Brick had something to do with it, but he could have been wrong. It wasn’t like he cared, either. Minato felt like getting a thing of donut holes so he stopped at the cafe and got donut holes. A man that gets what he wants in life, that was him. Except there were a lot. He could probably eat all of them himself, but... And, like usual, it didn’t take long for him to run into a familiar face. Claude appeared to be stressed out, possibly from the same shenanigans that had woken Minato up.
“Hey, how’s it going, Claude?” he gave a casual wave and offered him a donut hole out of the brown paper bag he was carrying. “You look like you could use a donut hole.”