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[timelysteward]

[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.]

Comments

[dirtyredneck]

[...not a response he was expecting.]

Uh... yanno... someone you date. And stuff.

[timelysteward]

[Cogsworth took a moment to process.]

Oh. OH. You mean ... court? Why am I looking to court someone? Well, I'm not. I'm just. Trying to. Be more ... open about who I am and God Forgive this is utterly humiliating.]

[Face. Paper. Again.]

[dirtyredneck]

Then why do you want people to compliment? Ain't that courtin' 'em?

[Back to being confused about the whole point of the announcement.]

[timelysteward]

[Deep sigh from the paper.]

...because Lumiere told me I needed to embrace liking men and try to ... flirt with them and I am just Ruddy Awful at it.

[dirtyredneck]

Oh.

[Well, that... actually made sense.]


Good luck, I guess.

[timelysteward]

Yes thank you very much, kind sir.

[He lifts his head from the paper, and looks at Daryl for a moment.]

You have ... interesting hair.

[See, a compliment. He managed it!]

[dirtyredneck]

[Interesting hair?]

Uh... thanks. [Maybe?]

You got a uh... shiny pendulum?

[timelysteward]

[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.

[dirtyredneck]

[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?

[timelysteward]

[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.