March arrives about 20 minutes after the twins, muttering to himself in frustrated sort of manner and fiddling with the cord of his earbuds. His younger brother had emptied coffee--March's very own coffee, no less--all over the freshly laundered uniform for work.

[Color=lightblue]”It costs money, you know, to wash things,”[/color] He had told his brother. But no. It was all in vain.

Thus why he is wearing a slightly old uniform rather than a nice new clean one.

At last, he arrives at the front door. He stares for a moment at the open sign that Amelia had flipped over, and then he bolts inside. 

[color=lightblue]"Am I late?"[/color] He gasps in the twins general direction, yanking out his earbuds and pulling off his coat hurriedly. [color=lightblue]"I thought my watch was on time, I do apologize!"[/color] 

He rubs his hair sheepishly, shoves a pair of black cat ears on his head with slight disgust, and glances about the room.

It's empty.

He turns back to the twins awkwardly. [Color=lightblue]"So... I'm not late?"[/color]