Undoubtedly
The call went through the Suoh mansion (#2) like a message broadcasted through a top-of-the-line P.A. system, as well as through the rather more primitive but certainly more reliable means of several maids running around screaming at the top of their voices.
"Tamaki-sama!"
"Tamaki-sama?"
"Tamaki-sama, please, your grandmother is here!"
"Tamaki-sama, you know she doesn't like to be kept waiting!"
When Tamaki stumbled into the parlour where his grandmother was sitting as though the whole place was an insult to her finely bred bones, he was flushed lightly, but not breathing hard, mindful that his grandmother hated the sight of crudeness.
"My apologies, Grandmother," he said, smiling despite the particularly hateful way she was looking at him, as though he was a cockroach this time instead of merely an unwashed stray that had wandered under her haughty nose. Tamaki was concerned. Certainly it had been unpardonably rude to keep her waiting (he, who was the blood of her blood, the flesh of her flesh! Unforgivable!) but- "I was finishing a sentence in a letter to my mother, so-"
"Your mother has disappeared," she cut in, cold and hard as ice. "My agents cannot locate her. Doubtless the woman has found some other rich, gullible man like my fool of a son to leech off. Her whereabouts are completely unknown. Please," and here her lips curled in a grimace (not a sneer, thought Tamaki distantly, how nice to see her in better spirits), "do not even so much as entertain thoughts of flying off to France on a wild goose chase. Even you should understand how not to disgrace the Suoh family by now. Do you understand, boy?"
"I- yeah-"
"Where is your respect, boy?" the voice of a woman who is almost at her breaking point, this woman who had been there before he was even born…
"Excuse me. Yes, I understand, Grandmother."
"Good. Perhaps you will not utterly shame the Suoh name after all. Your shameless mother, who vanished, has made a mockery out of our kindness in supporting her by deserting her own child. Please do not follow in such disgusting footsteps."
"Yes, Grandmother," and Tamaki's expression was too hard, too set, for a child of fourteen no matter from which family. "Did you have anything else to see me about? I'm afraid I have a letter to rewrite to my mother."
Her brows snapped together. "Did you not understand me, boy? You cannot contact your mother, she has deserted you and disappeared on us all."
"Of course," he said. "I will simply save my letters to give to her some other time."
"…some other time," she said flatly.
"Yes, Grandmother." Face empty of guile, empty of sorrow.
"Very well, then. Do as you wish."
"Thank you very much, Grandmother."
He walked up flights of stairs, already composing the letter in his head.
Dear mama,
How are you? I heard that you'd moved house. I hope the change of scene is good for you.
…
…stay healthy and happy, mama, and I hope that we will be allowed to see each other soon.
Love, Tamaki.
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