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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 sucked in a sharp breath, and exhaled it, his little clock belly sticking out further than it usually did.]

Well. I suppose. At some point. Soonish. I could possibly ... say something about it. Perhaps.

[Ugh. UGH.]

Well I have been wondering for about thirty or so years I don't think another thirty would be that much of a stretch ...

[ringleadering]

[ It seemed rich of him to nudge someone else in the romantic direction when he could never do the same on his own end. He tended to not be able to make first moves very well. ]

Wouldn't you rather have a chance for somethin'? Especially now you've admitted things to yourself?

Never know until ya try.

[timelysteward]

[Cogsworth huffed again, before he stated a little tartly and with some embarrassment.]

Well it is easy for you to say, Rick. You are a handsome man who could get the attention of anyone you wished. I am ... a clock.

[He sighed.] Even when I wasn't I was just - well.

[ringleadering]

[ A frown tugged at his lips at the words, the natural dad inclination floating to the surface. ]

I'll tell ya the same thing I've always told my son - appearances don't last that long, especially once ya get to know somebody.

You start seein' 'em in a way no one else can because you're seeing who they actually are. Through their personality and what bond you're puttin' together.

[timelysteward]

[Cogsworth stares at him for a long moment, before a faint little smile crosses his clockface.]

I say, I rather wish we had you around for our Master. He could use a talk like this to help lift his spirits and his confidence.