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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.]

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[timelysteward]

[Cogsworth gave the other man a grave, almost sympathetic look.]

It is not ... at all pleasurable, when someone has control over one's body, is it?

[reconstitution]

I'm not a fan.

[timelysteward]

Well. While I still have bodily autonomy, and can speak my own mind ... I think you are one of the bravest people I have met here. I also think you have a strength, that just at first glance means you'll be able to overcome it, as I someday shall. Fear not, handsome stranger. This too, shall pass.

[reconstitution]

If there's anything I know for sure, it's that time goes on. I won't be stuck the same way you won't.

[ He offers a quick smile. ] I think personal sharing goes past being strangers.

[timelysteward]

... well then. I am. I think. I know we are both good.


[A faint flush, before he beams, his little hands mustache twitching with happiness.]

That is true - oh many apologies!

[reconstitution]

I realize I didn't give you my name. [ You know, like a jackass. ]

It's James, but you can call me Bucky.

[timelysteward]

Bucky. Bucky. It is an interesting ... nickname. Does it mean something in particular?

[reconstitution]

It's a childhood nickname. Short for Buchanan, my middle name.

[timelysteward]

I see ... well, if you would like for me to call you Bucky, I will call you Bucky.

[A pause, then a beaming sort of smile.]

Rather a cheery sort of name, isn't it?

[reconstitution]

Better than a lot of them.

[timelysteward]

So you may call me Cogsworth, absolutely.

[reconstitution]

Well, Cogsworth. Hopefully we'll run into one another on the next planet.

[timelysteward]

I hope that we will too, Bucky.