Tamaki was sitting with his arms crossed tapping his right foot impatiently, rolling back his sleive and checking his watch every 20 seconds in the kitchen of the mansion the hosts and user shared. His head snapping upwards and twords the back door at the sound of it opening, to see them Quietly walking through it and closing it behind them

Crossing his arms he stared intently at them concerned and slightly annoyed speaking a bit too quickly Where have you been it is 9:30 on a Wednesday?