[There's no need to make sure they don't break out of the garage if there is no way to break out.
But he still hasn't accepted that prospect. A trap door exit, a platform exit, an exit hidden in the wall that he just didn't see: surely there must be something. Otherwise, what's even the point of having those cars there? Unless the exit used to exist and got removed or sealed off or something like that, but... Ugh, this is all too big a headache!]
Well, I can promise I won't get caught, since I'm excellent at stealth! So it's just you who we'll have to make sure doesn't get detected.
[He speaks with obnoxious (over)confidence, even though in reality, Hiyori's probably more likely to get them caught than Jun is. Between the two of them, he's the flashy one who draws attention wherever he goes! But he'll do his best to conceal his presence, like a ninja or a private investigator.
... especially if getting caught means going to "the place to put unruly people," which someone already told him about. He doesn't like the sound of that at all. But he's confident he can talk his way out of trouble and it's not like there's any rule saying the garage is off-limits to guests. Just the staff-only areas! (Which he's... also been poking around in, but at least so far he hasn't been caught!)]
Some of the other stores have cheaper clothes. I just thought I'd stop by this one since it had some cute things in the window. But, much as it pains me to say it, all those clothes you dropped on the floor would deplete my whole bank account here, even though they'd be a drop in the bucket back home! Another reason to leave this place pronto!
[Hiyori prattles on, continuing to act like this is all such an outrage, completely oblivious to the nearby employee whose face just flashed with alarm. Sure enough, her eyes drop to the floor, where that pile of clothes that Hiyori unbalanced out of Jun's arms is collecting dust! She proceeds to make a beeline for them, but Hiyori just keeps going, narrowing his eyes at Jun and sounding a bit more heated.]
It's not my shopping habits that need to change, it's our hostage situation! That's the whole problem. But well, as far as sharing goes, I do have a few changes of clothes in my room. I pulled them off a rack in a lounge somewhere—they didn't say they were free gifts, but no one stopped me, so that makes them mine! I know we're not exactly the same size, but we should be close enough, even with all that extra muscle you have. And as for food and such, well... it pains me to say this too, but we may need to eat cheaply, just to make sure we have some chips left over in case of an emergency. But eating cheaply doesn't suit me at all, so we really need to find a way out sooner rather than— ... hm?
[He finally stops talking when the frazzled-looking employee steps up to them. She asks about the clothes on the floor, and Hiyori, rather than look admonished, simply beams.]
Oh, those? They simply fell! I was going to pick them up, or rather, Jun-kun was, but then we started having a lively discussion, which we're actually still in the middle of!
[Naturally, this response is the height of rudeness. Even Hiyori doesn't normally treat store employees that way. But rather than scold them, the worker—who wasn't watching and can't actually prove that they're the ones who dropped the clothes—simply requests for them to step aside so she can clean up after them. The two of them are guests, after all, and guests are always right, or at least the higher-ranked ones are. And while these two "wildcards" haven't been assigned a rank just yet, there's no telling where they'll stand in a day or two.]
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But he still hasn't accepted that prospect. A trap door exit, a platform exit, an exit hidden in the wall that he just didn't see: surely there must be something. Otherwise, what's even the point of having those cars there? Unless the exit used to exist and got removed or sealed off or something like that, but... Ugh, this is all too big a headache!]
Well, I can promise I won't get caught, since I'm excellent at stealth! So it's just you who we'll have to make sure doesn't get detected.
[He speaks with obnoxious (over)confidence, even though in reality, Hiyori's probably more likely to get them caught than Jun is. Between the two of them, he's the flashy one who draws attention wherever he goes! But he'll do his best to conceal his presence, like a ninja or a private investigator.
... especially if getting caught means going to "the place to put unruly people," which someone already told him about. He doesn't like the sound of that at all. But he's confident he can talk his way out of trouble and it's not like there's any rule saying the garage is off-limits to guests. Just the staff-only areas! (Which he's... also been poking around in, but at least so far he hasn't been caught!)]
Some of the other stores have cheaper clothes. I just thought I'd stop by this one since it had some cute things in the window. But, much as it pains me to say it, all those clothes you dropped on the floor would deplete my whole bank account here, even though they'd be a drop in the bucket back home! Another reason to leave this place pronto!
[Hiyori prattles on, continuing to act like this is all such an outrage, completely oblivious to the nearby employee whose face just flashed with alarm. Sure enough, her eyes drop to the floor, where that pile of clothes that Hiyori unbalanced out of Jun's arms is collecting dust! She proceeds to make a beeline for them, but Hiyori just keeps going, narrowing his eyes at Jun and sounding a bit more heated.]
It's not my shopping habits that need to change, it's our hostage situation! That's the whole problem. But well, as far as sharing goes, I do have a few changes of clothes in my room. I pulled them off a rack in a lounge somewhere—they didn't say they were free gifts, but no one stopped me, so that makes them mine! I know we're not exactly the same size, but we should be close enough, even with all that extra muscle you have. And as for food and such, well... it pains me to say this too, but we may need to eat cheaply, just to make sure we have some chips left over in case of an emergency. But eating cheaply doesn't suit me at all, so we really need to find a way out sooner rather than— ... hm?
[He finally stops talking when the frazzled-looking employee steps up to them. She asks about the clothes on the floor, and Hiyori, rather than look admonished, simply beams.]
Oh, those? They simply fell! I was going to pick them up, or rather, Jun-kun was, but then we started having a lively discussion, which we're actually still in the middle of!
[Naturally, this response is the height of rudeness. Even Hiyori doesn't normally treat store employees that way. But rather than scold them, the worker—who wasn't watching and can't actually prove that they're the ones who dropped the clothes—simply requests for them to step aside so she can clean up after them. The two of them are guests, after all, and guests are always right, or at least the higher-ranked ones are. And while these two "wildcards" haven't been assigned a rank just yet, there's no telling where they'll stand in a day or two.]