I can't wait to be human again

[chicandsporting]

Who: Lumière and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Wonderduck
When: 16th Jan

[Wonderduck]

[Since the curse, Lumière doesn't dream or do...anything he did when he had a living body. Calibrations was the last time that had happened to him in a decade, and that...well, that didn't really count. Still, upon groggily waking from his sleep his first thought was that Atroma had dropped a dream into his head again. A nice dream, mind, but cruel too, given the circumstances. To give the impression that the curse had been broken at all was a little nasty even for-

He stretches out an arm which would have been a harmless action as a candelabra- much less so when you're a six foot seven tall man resting on top of the kitchen cabinet. He rolls off and hits the ground with a thud and ow that hurt. It takes a moment for him to register that it did hurt- sitting up in confusion and staring at his hands - Hands he has HANDS again. - A quick check and yep, he is definitely back into a human body again. ]

Zut alors, it wasn't a dream.

[He doesn't even CARE that he's still trapped in the Fleet- that his journey home was only brief. What matters right now is he's alive for the first time in a decade and it's wonderful. Laughing, he pulls himself to his feet, brushing off his (outdated, so outdated) clothing before racing off to find his crew. YA'LL ABOUT TO GET HUGGED.]

[Video]

[For those who had found him in his calibration room, this will be a familiar face- otherwise, the network is graced by an entirely new people- though once you hear his accent, it's clear he's anything but. He's beaming from ear to ear, utterly delighted. This is the Best Day.]

Bonjour, mes amis! It seems I had a sort journey home for a while, but I'm back! It was not a very interesting trip back home. Very boring, really. Nothing happened.

[He chuckles to himself, examining his fingernails.]

So. What did I miss?

Comments

[samahl]

[Cyril reaches up and touches Lumiere's face. For a moment, he just marvels at the feel of his skin and then a single finger gently trails over that nose.]

Mm. I suppose how lucky you think it is that now you have to keep your promises.

[chicandsporting]

[Lumière leans into the touch, glad he can actually FEEL it. He'd forgotten. Still he laughs, raucous as ever. ]

I consider myself a very lucky man in that regard. It would have been tragic if I couldn't keep my word, after all.

[samahl]

Are you in the middle of parading your new form around right now? Or could I steal you away to make good on a few of them?

[His tone of voice and the hungry look in his eyes make it clear he isn't just teasing.]

[chicandsporting]

[Lumière's smile turns considerably more suave as he takes Cyril's hand, pressing a kiss to it and waggling his eyebrows. ]

Oh, you can always steal me away.

[samahl]

[Cyril smirks at him then and then takes that hand to tug Lumière to his room.]

[chicandsporting]

[Lumière is more than happy to follow him with a laugh. Good luck, buddy, you'll be his first lay in a damn decade, it's an honour. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril seems pleased at the idea. Even more so because he hasn't been able to work through these tensions since coming to the Fleet. It's not nearly as long as Lumiere has been forced to wait, though. He's happy to be there so he doesn't have to wait any longer.

When they get to his room, Cyril makes sure the door is secure and then gestures for Lumiere to get comfortable on his bed.]

We should probably discuss preferences?

For example, I would like to put my mouth on you first, but after that I'm happy to do whatever you want. You are the one who has been trapped in another form for far too long.

[chicandsporting]

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