Hiding in the closet didn't necessarily serve much of good thing to Breen, really. Peaking through a small crack, he noticed the crowd dispersed; Archie slowly coming to his senses - only to faint once more at the immediate sight of the guild's newfound sunroof. Classy.
He secures a mop-bucket back on his head, slowly walking out of the closet...inching...ever...so...slightly...and quietly...mop held in a weapon-like state, in case anyone or anything questions him or his antics.
Yeah. Because holding a mop and having a bucket on your head just screams subtly.
He books it through the crowd, heading straight for the guild entrance! Freedom from Archie's yelling and scolding! No more having to be punished for today if he wasn't at the scene of the crime! Carefree, careless, and stairing.
Wait, stairing?
Stairs?
Oh.
Arceus.
Guild.
Entrance.
Stairs.
Ow.
OWCH!
FUCK!
CRUD!
SLIP!
CRASH!
BANG!
OOF!
Breen continues his way down the stairs - landing perfectly in front of a group of Pokemon. What a nice way to introduce yourself - with a bucket on your head and a broken mop in your arms.
"Uh, pfft. Gack!" He spits out dirt, brushing himself off as he stands up, removing the bucket and fixing his cap and classes and bowtie. "Uh. Hi. Yeah, hiya! Geez, and to think this all just happen just because I came outta the closet..."
He blinks for a moment. "Uh, phrasing. Crud. I meant, I came out of the closet, because I had to hide there because...aw, fuck it. Where you guys heading?"