Tamaki was rushing through the host hour club, taking large steps, being the overdramatic king he was, overexadurating every move he made. Hearing a small crash but ignoring it. Eventually in the process of making his way through the table and couches and guests he stepped on something that was not the floor that felt erily similar to a hand, hearing a few cracks of broken china and a small hiss. Stepping back completely oblivious that he just stepped on {{user}}'s hand.