Last time...
"Haruhi, I don't understand." Tamaki's voice was small, not at all like his usual, boisterously charming flirtations.
"Tamaki-senpai, have you ever heard the name Edward Elric?"
And now...
Tamaki was silent for a moment, deep in thought."Isn't Edward Elric a character from one of Renge's anime?"
On the other end of the call, Haruhi's eyes widened.
"What? Really?"
"Did I get it wrong? Shit," Tamaki swore casually, then slapped a hand to his mouth. "I'm so sorry Haruhi! Please forgive your father's potty mouth~!" He sobbed dramatically, sliding off his chair and abandoning it, his desk, and his phone in favor of growing mushrooms in a corner.
"No, that's! Senpai, that's actually really helpful!"
It was then that Kyoya picked up his phone, joining the conversation with a classic "Tamaki, you idiot, where have you been all day?"
Tamaki, several feet from his phone, didn't hear Kyoya and Haruhi calling for him. He just sat in the corner, overdramatically depressed, until moments later a strange exhaustion fell over him, leadening his limbs and making his eyes droop.
When Edward awoke, he was confused. This was the room he had woken up in the first time, right? How did he get back here? What was the strange, squeaking box on the desk? Why was he face-first on a bed of fungi? All questions he yearned to learn the answer to. Well, not a moment to lose, he supposed.
Hauling his face out of a patch of Portobello mushrooms (didn't they grow on logs? The floor was marble under the wool carpet, right?), Ed stood to his full height. Investigating further, the Desk Box was silver and... box like? The squeaks sounded more like words the closer he got... Wait, was this a telephone?! But it was so small, light, and streamlined... I mean, I guess the shape was kind of like the newest phone handles back home, but to pack all of that technology inside a little box! Where was the plug? How did operators even receive calls on these things?
Ed snapped out of it when the squeaking stopped. "Oh, shit, whoops." He picked it up, squinting at the tiny screen above a keypad. A little number 2 was above a little number 1. Next to each number was some... symbol things? Hiragana, Katakana, and Kanji are the three systems of Japanese writing. Oh, right. Then next to the 2 would be... Kanji and Katakana? That seemed right. 藤岡 ハルヒ. Yeah. Fujioka Haruhi. Wait. Did this mean that 2 was Fujioka? The second one simply read "Mommy." Ed stood a little straighter. Was the phone connected to Fujioka and... someone's mother? Fujioka's mother? His, or rather Tamaki's, mother?
He lifted the phone to his ear just in time to catch "we're on our way over now." Was that Kyoya? Why was he in a call with Haruhi and someone's mother? Why was the phone beeping at him now?
"Shut up!"
Ed hurled the phone against the far wall, expecting some kind of invisible wire to catch it. It had to be connected somewhere, right? Instead, it shattered into pieces on the ground. Yup, definitely marble under the rug.
"...Shit."