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[Does this look like a harassed clock with a human face? Does it? Good, because it's Cogsworth, sitting in front of a window on the Marvisa and he looks like he just swallowed about a half a dozen lemons. In his tiny brass hands he is holding a piece of paper, and he keeps fiddling with it, shifting it between his two hands.

He puts one brass hand up to his mouth, clears his throat, and then fumbles with the paper for a moment. Could he be ... nervous? It's possible.

Lips pressed together, the time hands on his face twitching, he states flatly.]

Hello. My name is Cogsworth and I am a ... [now he has to look at the word.] Ho-mo-sexual. I realize that I am a ... clock, but I assure you that I am not a ho-mo-sex-ual clock, but a ho-mo-sex-ual man. I have been ... told. Rigorously.

[Here he is glowering.]

That I need to ... 'embrace' this. So. If there are any ... individual males who would not mind ... being complimented by a ... human clock, then, ah. Please! Come forward.

[Okay he'll try a smile but it's more of a sheepish grimace at this point. God help him.]

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[A faint sniff, a slightly puffed out chest.] Thank you, I do try to keep myself ship shape and well polished for all occasions.

[Another sniff, and a sigh.]

Thank you, monsieur, for putting up with a ridiculous old man. Who is ... sadly, a clock.

'Gay'. Gaaaaaaaay.

[Cogsworth sounds it out.]

Well it is certainly better than ho-mo-sex-ual.

[Uhm.]

Aaaaaah very well. [He stares at the young man for a moment.] You have very nice hair.

[Well there you go! He beams, looking pleased.]

[And now. The clock. Bristles.]

Yes, and you're a slang-talking idiot. Apparently we are both well-versed in pointing out the obvious.

[Tart? Tart.]

Beyond that, for your information I was cursed to be a clock.

[Cogsworth blinks at that, before a quiet smile appears on his face.]

Thank you, young monsieur. And may I simply say, you have a very kind soul, and very kind eyes.

[Cogsworth blinks at this, before he looks absolutely delighted.]

Ah! All right, hold on ... I can come up with one for you quite easily... Hm.

[He tilts his head to the left, and to the right.]

I ... suppose I should say that you are remarkably handsome, monsieur.

[Daryl made no comment to agree or disagree with the 'ridiculous old man' part, but he felt a little better that whatever he was, he was pleased with the off-the-cuff compliment. He'd been reaching for straws, really. Not sure what was nice to say about a watch to watch. But it had only been right. To say something back after being told his hair was interesting. Which he had to assume was an attempt at a compliment in it's own right.

He did however, tilt his head curiously at the clock for lamenting being a clock.]

How'd you end up a clock if you ain't one?

Well, one or the other is a lie, no?

[Glower all you like, he doesn't caaarreee. ]

Oui! It amuses me very much!

[Ugh. Really, Cogsworth, really? :|]

I preferred it when you complimented my smile

Thanks.

[...oh no, now he has to say something in return, he didn't think this through.]

Uh... your, um. Glass is very... clean?

[HE DOESN'T FLIRT WITH ANYONE EVER, OK.]

[He still doesn't understand a lick of french but he at least knows it's something nice?]

Thank you. I, uh, sorry, I'm not great with compliments. I really do think that was very brave of you though.

Well, thank you. That's very nice. You seem like a charming clock man.

[oh, it's a clock. Like the candlestick. Maybe this is a joke she's missing.

Still, she answers with the voice option, because she looks like hell and she ain't dealing with questions about that today]

Are you trying to flirt with men over the bloody network?

'Idiot' seems a lil' presumptuous comin' from someone I ain't even introduced myself to yet.

Were you? [He raises his eyebrows a little.] Bless your heart, I'm sure it wasn't 'cause of your clearly charming personality.

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You are quite welcome.

[He smiled, faintly, but pleased.]

Yes I do try to keep myself tidy - wouldn't do to let myself go you know.

[Well neither does Cogsworth so YOU HIT BIG KID.]

... Well yes I think that is fairly obvious.

[He stated with a completely serious expression on his clock face.]

I am trying to get the experience in.

I thank you in turn!

[Oh look at this, he totally has this.]

Is that not something better suited for a face to face meeting?

You're welcome.

[Doing great. Totally not lessened at all by the fact Mon-El has a girlfriend.]

So, you weren't embracing liking other men? [Curious. Daxam doesn't really have any such reluctance or stigma.]

Oh, well ... wouldn't have been able to do it without, ah, Lumiere's help but I ... have tried to be brave.

[Even though it was horrible. But. Sigh.]

[He smiles back, relieved that his awkward compliment was well-received.]

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Ginko.

Well I think it is more than slightly presumptuous to say what the hell to a very delicate and painful magical situation.

[Oh ho bring it on there, American Boy.]

No, it was because my young master decided to get mouthy with the wrong enchantress. Funny what happens to people who get mouthy with the wrong people.

How do you do, I am Cogsworth.

[He tipped into a bow.]

A pleasure to meet you.

The bravery was still yours. You can't be forced to speak, after all.

[Lumiere, he recognizes the name. So, someone from his world. Also cursed.]

[He sighed deeply, before he pressed his fingers together. All right his little brass arms. He was pleased that the other man was pleased. He was particularly nervous that he couldn't say things in a particularly ... suave way.]

I was cursed by a .... very cranky enchantress, to be quite blunt.

You might have just been lying about everything from the get-go! You probably don't even Like Men and you just wanted me to out myself so you could have a laugh.

[He absolutely looks and sounds hurt, before he snorts.]

Well that compliment was a sarcastic one. If I wanted to give you a Real Compliment, I would say that your smile lights up the entire room and your voice is like a velvet against your cheek!

Oh c'mon, man; as if you wouldn't do the same thing if you saw a talkin' piece of furniture.

[Oh he will. The other French people he knows are a lot nicer than this, okay, clock.]

Guess it is, but I don't see any enchantresses around here anyway.

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