[He refuses to believe they're trapped here indefinitely. If there's no exit, they'll just have to make one! Though first he has to set the record straight with his rude partner, which he does by turning up his nose and crossing his arms.]
How rude of you! You know I don't talk all the time. I can keep quiet when it counts!
[You know, like when they're on set, listening to directions about a job! Or... yeah, that's pretty much the only example.
In response to the clothes thing—]
And you're the one who dropped them ♪
[—is all he says in response. But then the store employee rushes over before they can argue any longer about whose fault that was. She doesn't much care who dropped them; she just cares about picking them up, which is why she proceeds to kneel down and gather them up in her arms. Honestly, leaving all that stuff there is rude, and Hiyori normally wouldn't do that while shopping, but he and Jun had bigger fish to fry at that moment. Plus he's still a tad resentful about everything that has to do with his resort, which is why he hasn't been treating its shops and facilities with much care.
Thankfully, Jun-kun smooths things over, acting polite and apologetic, which seems to calm her down a bit. No doubt he feels embarrassed, but that's not how Hiyori feels. As he watches the worker, his thoughts end up taking a different turn. Jun suggests they leave, but—]
Actually, before we go, I have a question.
[Once she's on her feet again, he extends his right arm, rolling his sleeve up to reveal the watch. With a pleasant smile on his face and a cordial tone to his voice, he asks,]
Do you know where this watch came from? Or who wrote the message about "Game 52" on it?
[It's a long shot. She's just some random retail worker; there's no reason to expect she knows much, but he figures it's worth a try. And sure enough, a look of slight confusion crosses her face, giving him the impression that she's not sure what he's talking about. Perhaps she's never heard of "Game 52." She could've started at the resort last week for all he knows.
But to his surprise, she answers his question with total certainty.
"Why, the House, of course."
He blinks, his smile slipping.]
The House...?
[Now it's his turn to be confused. But she has an arm full of clothes to re-hang, and since he's just echoing her words back to her instead of asking her more questions, she proceeds to walk away. He lets her go, staring at her receding back in silence for a moment before questioning Jun.]
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How rude of you! You know I don't talk all the time. I can keep quiet when it counts!
[You know, like when they're on set, listening to directions about a job! Or... yeah, that's pretty much the only example.
In response to the clothes thing—]
And you're the one who dropped them ♪
[—is all he says in response. But then the store employee rushes over before they can argue any longer about whose fault that was. She doesn't much care who dropped them; she just cares about picking them up, which is why she proceeds to kneel down and gather them up in her arms. Honestly, leaving all that stuff there is rude, and Hiyori normally wouldn't do that while shopping, but he and Jun had bigger fish to fry at that moment. Plus he's still a tad resentful about everything that has to do with his resort, which is why he hasn't been treating its shops and facilities with much care.
Thankfully, Jun-kun smooths things over, acting polite and apologetic, which seems to calm her down a bit. No doubt he feels embarrassed, but that's not how Hiyori feels. As he watches the worker, his thoughts end up taking a different turn. Jun suggests they leave, but—]
Actually, before we go, I have a question.
[Once she's on her feet again, he extends his right arm, rolling his sleeve up to reveal the watch. With a pleasant smile on his face and a cordial tone to his voice, he asks,]
Do you know where this watch came from? Or who wrote the message about "Game 52" on it?
[It's a long shot. She's just some random retail worker; there's no reason to expect she knows much, but he figures it's worth a try. And sure enough, a look of slight confusion crosses her face, giving him the impression that she's not sure what he's talking about. Perhaps she's never heard of "Game 52." She could've started at the resort last week for all he knows.
But to his surprise, she answers his question with total certainty.
"Why, the House, of course."
He blinks, his smile slipping.]
The House...?
[Now it's his turn to be confused. But she has an arm full of clothes to re-hang, and since he's just echoing her words back to her instead of asking her more questions, she proceeds to walk away. He lets her go, staring at her receding back in silence for a moment before questioning Jun.]
What do you suppose that meant?