paixaorpg | Housekeeping? [Completed]

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Housekeeping? [Completed]

Character(s): Genie and Beast
Content: Genie investigates the source of all the troubling noise in Iriela Apartments.
Setting: Iriela Apartments
Time: Week 18
Warnings: None?

Some said it was a wild animal, others some sort of ghost. Whatever it was, it had grown to be a concern of the residents of Iriela Apartments. Genie had arrived quickly to the scene upon receiving word that residents of the building had been in distress. He had yet to hear any of the frightening roars, violent banging or spine-chilling smashing the residents had mentioned but the look on their faces as they described the noises was more than enough evidence for him that it was real. He pondered silently to himself while he climbed the flight of stairs which lead to the suite number he had been given. What could be the cause of such worry among the habitants of the apartment building?

Often it was something harmless, in this case the genie suspected it to be a locked up Lumen in this suite, but he couldn’t be sure. Apparently there had been reports of shouting too. Maybe someone else had gotten curious as to what was responsible for such ruckus and chose to investigate as well? The Lumen could have easily startled the individual or vice versa. He frowned at the thought. Urd probably wouldn’t let him keep another Lumen. He would unfortunately have to let this one return into the wild. Oh, well. At least it would be safer there than it was here.

Genie summoned a cleaning trolley, as well as a maids outfit for himself to be complete, as he approached the declared ‘beasts’ room. Without even the slightest worry he knocked on Beast’s door three times before calling out in a feminine voice “housekeeping!”

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A low growl came from within the apartment. Beast didn't often have company, and "housekeeping" was the last thing he expected anyone to say before requesting entry. He stood from his place, and hid the rose as best he could, at least from sight of the door. It was still glowing, but at least the reliquary wouldn't be visible to someone outside.

"Who is it?" he shouted through the door, letting menace turn his voice into another half-growl.

Now that had been a surprise. The voice behind the door proved that was most definitely not something but rather someone in the suite. The genie raised both his brows with interest and leaned against the door to listen in. There was definitely an animal in there, a very angry one by the sound of all the growling he could hear. He pulled away from the door thoughtfully. It was not uncommon for animals to have the ability of speech in Paixao but those he knew of could not possibly produce such a growl like this one. Frogs did not growl and meerkats, even one as loud as Timon, could not growl that loudly. Although, there was that one lion he had spoken with earlier…

He knocked gently on the door once again. “Housekeeping?” Genie repeated in the same singsong voice. “I clean?”

Beast gave a long, drawn out sigh, his chest rumbling with it. Slowly, hesitantly, he opened the door, every bit of him tense and nervous. He didn't bother to look at this person who was about to come in, nor did he care to give them much of a view of his face. It only vaguely occurred to him that this had never happened before.

"You will not touch the rose, under any circumstance!" he growled, making it clear he was referring to the glowing glass case behind a pile of splintered wood and torn fabric and cushioning that may once have resembled something of a sofa.

Well that was certainly unexpected. Genie had predicted far more of a struggle upon receiving entry of the apartment. However, it seemed as though three words had been all that it required. He stood and blinked at the open door, confusion clearly written across his features, before he decided to enter. The genie had promised the stranger he’d clean and he intended to keep that promise, especially after he saw the wreck which they called home. The place was a complete mess!

Genie rushed into the room without giving Beast so much as a side glance. There was so much to clean and not enough Lemon Pledge to do it. Actually, there wasn’t enough furniture left to even Lemon Pledge. From what the genie could tell it was all in pieces. He looked at the walls where he could see where the furniture had been thrown and shook his head with a tsk. No, this wouldn’t do. Not at all. “Well it’s no wonder everyone is afraid to come up here! This place is a complete mess. How can you live in this? Even a rat wouldn’t live in a place like this.”

The genie did not wait for Beast to respond. Instead he simply jumped right to work. He swept, dusted, and even repaired the broken furniture found in the room in a matter of seconds. Like a cleaning tornado, he flew around the room leaving everything he touched sparkling. It was only at the curtains did he finally stop. A frowned appeared on his face when he reached for them.

“It’s so dark in here, so dreary. Way too depressing. What we really need is to let some light in.” With that, Genie drew back the curtains and allowed the light into the room. “There, that’s better, don’t you think?” He finally turned to face Beast, setting his eyes on the prince for the first time since he had arrived. “… Oh.” It was just one surprise after the next here, wasn’t it? His smile fell, momentarily into a look of shock before it became a frown. “That’s no excuse for your behaviour, mister. Just because you look like a beast that doesn’t mean you can live like one. What would your mother think of this mess?”

"I'm no rat...I'm a monster," Beast said quietly as the work began. He still didn't face this intruder, preferring to simply have the cleaning done so it would be over, with minimal interaction. So he faced the rose, only moving when the servant seemed to require him to.

He reared back a little at the sudden light when the curtains were drawn, accompanied by a very brief and mostly contained roar. He turned his head further away when the servant spoke.

"Leave me." He spoke slowly, but with an air of command, as if ordering a servant in his castle. His voice echoed some of his shame.

“Leave you?” the genie repeated in astonishment. “But I`ve only just arrived!" He shook his head. No, he wasn't going anywhere, regardless of any protest Beast gave. He was in desperate need of his help and he was going to get it regardless if he wanted it or not. "Besides, there is still much work to be done here. More than I imagined, really. Of course, I had been expecting to find a Lumen among this clutter, not a prince! Ah, well. This is for the better. At least now I don’t have to worry about wanting to take you home.” Although, he couldn’t help but wonder if the goddess would let him keep Beast if he had brought him home too. An amused smile spread across his features before he leaned in closely to pull gently on Beasts cape.

“I mean, would you look at this outfit? It’s gone to rags. And this fur! It’s full of knots. What are we trying to say here, wild animal? I don’t think so. I’m sorry but I’m afraid I’m not going anywhere until we tidy up this place and everything in it, including you, my friend. Wouldn’t you like to bring company here?”

"MY APPEARANCE IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!!" Beast roared, swiping the hand away angrily. He raised up to his full height, towering over the blue man and trying to scare him, hoping that he'd just leave. Beast bore all his teeth and lunged forward, just enough to get him close to the man, but not enough to actually collide with him.

"I gave you permission to clean the room, nothing more!" he said, his face only inches away and his words coming out as much growls as intelligible speech.

Genie looked up to find Beast what most would consider more than uncomfortably close. Not only that but the way he chose to tower over him, fur up on end while a growl warned Genie of the large set of teeth that threatened to tear into him. Oh, he looked absolutely horrifying. He definitely had this mean and menacing look down to the peg. However, regardless of all this, the genie showed no signs of fright. Instead he simply looked up at the Beast, almost bored before he sighed. Pretending to be scared, even to make the beast feel satisfied, would only encourage such barbaric behaviour. To be any chance that he could have company over in the future he would have to drop such poor manners and adapt proper decorum immediately.

“Temper, temper.” He tsked, completely unfazed by the lack of personal space between the pair of them. “There’s no need to shout, I’m standing right here. Don’t tell me you’re always this rude to your guests or did you just get up on the wrong side of the… Well, you didn’t really have much of a bed left, did you? The wrong side of the ‘woodpile’ would be most appropriate, wouldn’t it? But that’s all fixed now.” Genie chuckled to himself at the thought. “Now, surely you must have better manners than these. I know there’s a true gentleman underneath all that fur. Don’t make me go looking for him.”

Edited 2010-04-02 00:15 (UTC)

Beast, thoroughly scolded, backed off. He looked, just for a moment, like he would make a witty retort, but then his shoulders fell, with a slight crease in his brow. His tail followed suit, and now hung low, unmoving. Beast scanned the room, free of the signs of his anger and frustration, and silently chided himself for letting this strange man see it in such disrepair.

He straightened up rigidly, took the edge of his cape in his hand, and gave a stiff bow. "I...I'm honored to...have you in my home." The first part of the sentence was hesitant, spoken through his teeth; the last part was rushed, as if saying it slowly would somehow give this blue man more leeway than Beast wanted.

That wasn’t exactly what the genie had been looking for but he was flattered none the less, even if the act had been forced. At least the beast had put forth the effort. That was what mattered the most, he was trying to act civil and thus making some progress. He smiled in return to Beast. “Why thank you! I feel very privileged to be where very few others have. I won’t take this for granted.” Genie flew over to the newly restored couch and seated himself, gesturing for Beast to join him to carry on their conversation.

“Speaking of which, I’ve recently received a few complaints about the noise coming from up here from fellow building residents. From what they described I imagined quite a mess but never anything like this. I have to ask, what could have possibly led to the demolition of this suite? It’s like a wrecking ball smashed through here! Why all the shouting, the destruction - and could I interest you in a cup of tea?” He held up a teapot that looked remarkably similar to the head of Beast’s castle kitchen, a matching cup with a small chip in it in his other hand.

...Flying? Beast's eyes went wide again. This blue man had many strange powers, it seemed...and it made Beast wary. At the question, Beast cringed visibly, his whole body tensing for a moment. "I..." he started to answer, but then was interrupted by the offer of tea.

Wait! Those looked like Mrs. Potts! And Chip! Again Beast began to say something, but then he thought of what Mrs. Potts would say if she saw him like this. She would have scolded him...
But...how did this strange man know what they looked like? Magic or not, he shouldn't have known that...should he?

Genie noted Beast’s hesitation and followed his gaze back to the cup and pot in his hold. Perhaps summoning this particular tea set had not been the wisest choice. He had hoped it would help brighten the beast’s mood but it appeared as though it had done quite the opposite. The genie lowered them thoughtfully. It was a good thing he had not summoned a certain candlestick as well. Maybe it would be best if he switched to his Alice in Wonderland tea set instead? He frowned and shook his head. No, it was too late now; he had already seen this set. Not only that, but then Beast would never learn to face the fact his servants could not always be there for him. He would have to learn to take care of himself eventually. Genie sighed and carefully poured tea into the cup.

“Gee, and I thought I looked blue.” He said and held out the cup he had just poured to Beast. “What’s on your mind? It’s best not to keep these things like these locked up inside, you know.”

Edited 2010-04-06 23:00 (UTC)

Beast's first thought was to yell again, but he thought better of it. This strange man didn't seem scared by anything about Beast at all, much less his tantrums. He ignored the cup he was offered, turning toward the window then giving a deep sigh.

"You wouldn't," he cringed again, cutting the word off at the end. "You wouldn't understand." He head pointed toward the floor, but his eyes were closed tight. His tail and shoulders drooped; anything in his body language that would suggest Beast had confidence was gone.

Slowly, a wilted petal came free from the rose. Its trail of sparkles marked its lazy descent back and forth in the glass reliquary, where the outside air couldn't reach it.

“Wouldn’t understand?” Genie almost looked offended. He was incredibly tempted to jump up and put his magic truly to test on the beast but at the idea of all that could go wrong he successfully managed to restrain himself. Beast wasn’t quite sure what to expect from the genie. Not yet. Of course, no one was completely certain what to expect from him. He did have the tendency to surprise others and rather frequent at that. Genie placed the tea cup down carefully and moved to approach the beast. He would have to deliver this as gently as possible if he wished not to anger Beast.

“I think you underestimate me. I understand much more than you realize, my hairy friend. This may come as some surprise to you but I am a one hundred percent genuinely certified genie! And, being so, I carry more knowledge than one could ever imagine in one lifetime. That includes the ability to recognize the work of an enchantress when I see it…” Genie folded his arms across his chest and grinned proudly. “I know you were not always a beast, although inside may be a different story.” He mumbled the last remark lowly so not to have it reach Beasts ears.

Beast flinched when the genie mentioned the enchantress. An almost pitiful rumble came from his throat, and for a moment he seemed like he might just collapse in a heap on the floor.

"I know nothing of genies," he said shamefully, remembering all those times he'd been given chances to read and had turned them away in the interest of being pampered instead. He suspected that some of those stories would have told him what a genie was supposed to be.

As he looked back at the genie, he saw the rose out of the corner of his eye, just as the petal fell. He cringed again, and turned his head away, trying to shut out thoughts of that horrible night.

Edited 2010-04-09 03:19 (UTC)

Genie looked alarmed by the beast’s reaction. The last thing he had intended to do was upset Beast. If he caused the beast to pass out too, well! This would all have just been too embarrassing. And here he had been trying to be subtle. This had ‘FAIL Blog’ written all over it. He held out his arms expectantly to catch Beast however much to his comfort he discovered he was still capable of holding himself up. That was close. The genie lowered his arms and allowed a relieved sigh to escape him. He would continue to keep a close eye on the beast from that point, just in case he did begin to show signs of falling over again. The last thing he wanted was for the poor guy to crash through the floor. The repair would be troublesome. Not that he wanted beast to get hurt either. He simply preferred if Beast could refrain from causing damage to his apartment again, especially after he had just fixed it.

He noted the cringe Beast gave when he looked at him and, when he looked behind him, he found why: the rose. Somehow he had managed to miss it tucked away behind the remains of the couch while he had been cleaning. He frowned in disapproval. That wasn’t the sort of thing to leave lying about now was it? Not that he was all surprised. Beast didn’t particularly look as though he took good care of anything he owned. How the rose managed to still be in decent piece was a mystery to him.

“You’re telling me never heard of the Genie of the Lamp before? Oh, have you ever got a lot to learn!” the genie opened his mouth to continue but after a moment decided to close it. “Maybe its better you sit down first. You don’t look too well.” With a simple snap of his fingers, a large cushioned chair appeared behind Beast. He gave the beast a gentle push to have him fall back into the chair. In the mean time, a small rounded table appeared beneath the rose and lifted it carefully from the ground and out of harm’s way. “There, that’s better, don’t you think?”

Being pushed into the chair made Beast grunt, and his brow arched in confusion at the suddenness of the action--and the sudden existence of the chair. But at the behest of this...genie, he also tried to relax. He noticed, though, that putting effort into calming himself down actually made it much harder, and he found himself getting even more tense.

But the chair was rather comfortable. He took a deep breath, and then had to swallow audibly as the genie's magic pulled the rose up onto a table. Beast's shoulders rose, and he nearly stood up to roar...until he was asked a very simple question.

"Y-yes," Beast stammered back, finding it surprisingly easy to say so. "It's...much better," he admitted.

Edited 2010-04-12 03:05 (UTC)

“Well, I suppose anything is better than the floor, really.” Genie said to himself. “But at least now we don’t have to worry about you stepping or sitting on it. The only risk is if you knock it over which I know you won’t, am I right?” He leaned in closely, his head likely far too close to the beasts for comfort while he looked at him expectantly in the eyes. This destructive behaviour has to stop if Beast wanted to continue living where he did. If the people longed for him to go, Genie would have no choice but to evict him from the building, even if it required force. After all, he was probably one of the only ones who could forcefully make Beast move in the city.

Pushing himself away from the beast, a smile returned to his face. “Now, when it comes to genies you have a lot to learn.” He cracked his knuckles, as though to prepare himself before he suddenly vanished into a cloud of smoke. When it cleared, what appeared to be Cogsworth could be seen at Beast’s feet. He chuckled to himself as he looked up at the beast. “It’s quite simple, really. You see, a genie can imitate, duplicate, but never be duplicated.” On cue, a second clock appeared beside Cogsworth and pointed up at the beast in time with the first. “Well, not for anything but Disney profit, anyway.” He muttered to himself. The two clocks looked at each other thoughtfully before they vanished and Genie reappeared in their place.

“The holder of phenomenal cosmic power!” he cried, flying above Beast where he could grow to a substantially large size before appearing no bigger than the size of a dime beside the beast’s hand. “But resident of itty bitty living space.” Genie paused, appearing at his usual size again leaning against Beast’s chair. “Are you following me so far?”

It was hard to intimidate Beast with a maneuver he used so often himself, so Genie's sudden closeness did little more than make Beast's eyes go wide. They went wider still when Genie made himself look like Cogsworth, after Beast had a moment to relax. He blinked once, then thought he was seeing double for a second when suddenly there were two, and one pointed at him.

"Y-yes," Beast stammered again, trying to take in everything, and not doing a very good job. It was almost as much as the day everyone transformed...though...not nearly as horrible.

Genie had his doubts regarding Beast’s honesty but he did not argue with him. Instead he shared a broad smile with the beast and moved to stand in front of him. “Good!” he replied cheerily. “Now here’s the part everybody loves: the wish fulfilment. There three wishes to be exact and there is no wishing for more wishes. It’s three, it’s always been three, it will always be three. I don’t know what Antoine Galland next door has been telling you but just because they say something it doesn’t always mean it’s true.” Scolding the beast, the genie pointed at him accusingly. “If he jumped off a bridge would you jump too? I don’t think so! No way, not happening, don’t even try to say otherwise. We do it Charles’ way or no way, got it?!”

Realizing how into this debate he had gotten with himself, the genie paused to allow himself to calm down. He had argued over wishes far too often to his liking. As though he didn’t know how to do his job. He had only granting wishes for over sixty thousand years. No, clearly not. He had been enslaved to the lamp for centuries just because he looked pretty. Genie frowned. The master was not always right. He buried his face in his hand and sighed, allowing his hand to slowly slide down his face before he shared an apologetic smile with Beast.

“Sorry about that. What were we talking about again? Wishes! Yes, wishes. He who holds the lamp in entitled to three wishes courtesy of the Cave of Wonders. No substitutions, exchanges or refunds – no we do not match competitor’s prices or accept coupons.”

...Wishes? Why would...? Beast looked hopeful for a moment. What if the genie could make him human?! That must be why he was talking about the wishes! But just as quickly, those hopes were doused, and with them fell Beast's spirit, and his face. Oh...the lamp. Beast had expected too much.

"...Why are you telling me this?" he asked accusingly. "Is the lamp anywhere near?" The tone of the second question suggested more cynicism than curiosity. Beast felt almost betrayed, to have been given what seemed like salvation...only to have it taken away in a flash.

“You didn’t know what a genie was. I was only doing my part by properly educating you, that’s all. You can’t blame me for that.” Genie replied and pointed sternly at the beast. He did not share the slightest liking to the tone Beast had used toward him. “I am a free genie and therefore no longer a slave to the lamp I was imprisoned to. It’s not here and wouldn’t make a difference if it were. After sixty thousand years I am out of the wish granting business. I supposed you could call it an early retirement. I’m set on seeing the world, the universe, all that I’ve missed. But instead I’m here, in your apartment, after cleaning it and soon to be speaking with your fellow complex residents to not kick you out. Although, I doubt they could even if they tried.” He smiled and nudged Beast playfully. “That’s good for you.”

“Besides, mixing magic never works well. I’ve seen some pretty ugly results. Trust me, you do not want to get mixed up that. There are worse things than the curse you carry. I may not be able to return you to your human form, not permanently, but there are still several other things I can do for you… If you ask nicely, of course! But I know I won’t have to ask you to use manners.”

Quickly looking away, Beast gave a low growl in response to Genie's reprimand. He saw no point in being given so much information when there was no use for it; and, more than that, it was hardly a part of who Genie was anymore.

And there was only more disappointment waiting for him as Genie kept speaking. Kick him out...? That was the first he'd heard of such a drastic measure. And then...mixing magic...so Genie never would have done it in the first place, even if Beast did have the lamp. It left him speechless, and he hardly heard Genie's offer at all. And though he did hear it, at least somewhat, he merely brushed it aside, still refusing to speak his mind.

Touchy! Not that Genie really blamed Beast but this behaviour was completely unnecessary. He had come here to help him and after doing so he received this as thanks. Go figure. Mortals were never happy with what they got, were they? They always wanted more, more, more. The genie crossed his arms across his chest, eyes still on Beast. No, he could not change him back into a human but if he told him precisely why he would be even more upset. This was, after all, the beasts own doing. If he wanted to break the spell he would have to do so himself. He knew he had to change his selfish ways if he ever wanted one to love him, though Genie doubted he would be any time soon. Beast was too stubborn. And though he would have been delighted to help Beast in that aspect, if Belle was still here, there was greater chance she could both change him and break the spell. Genie wondered if they had met yet.

“You’re welcome.” He said, knowing at this rate he would not receive thanks for his efforts. “I suppose your next wish would be for me to leave?”

Edited 2010-04-20 23:13 (UTC)

Genie still did not regain Beast's eye contact. The former prince covered his face with his monstrous paw, trying to conceal his emotion from the Genie. Where months ago, before Beast came to this city, he would have lashed out at Genie in anger, demanding to know what all this was about, and what could possibly be done, now Beast merely sat, remorse keeping his tongue in check.

He had just ruined another chance. This visitor bore no malice, held no grudge, and cared not for the bestial appearance of the apartment's resident. Genie had been so kind as to go about tidying the room, returning it all to the state it held before Beast had destroyed everything. The rose...it now had a proper place, much like it had in the castle. And, even after so long here, after meeting a girl who now meant more to him than anything ever had, Beast...couldn't even express his gratitude.

The genie waited patiently for Beast to speak up, watching him thoughtfully as he hid his face in his paw. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but by the way he was acting Genie suspected Beast must have felt frustrated, maybe even embarrassed. Unfortunately he could only guess as far as these things went but things had not taken a turn for the worst just yet. Beast still hadn’t asked or even insinuated he leave once. Well, maybe once. But that time didn’t count. Until he asked him again, Genie had no intention of leaving. Instead, levitated next to the beast as though he too were sitting, his chin placed in his palm while he waited for the beast to speak again.

“Spot of tea?” he asked, innocently offering another cup to Beast. “Good for the heart, you know.”

Beast let his paw fall, and looked up at Genie, surprised, but still ashamed. "You're...not leaving? But...why? Why would you want to stay here?" He was thoroughly confused by this. The Genie had sounded like he was upset, so the offer of tea was stunning.

Gingerly, Beast reached out a paw to take the cup. It seemed so small, so fragile in his monstrous hands; he was scared to grip it too hard lest it shatter.

He inhaled slowly. "Thank you," he said.

Well now! That was better. A grin spread itself across Genie’s lips when Beast not only accepted the teacup but thanked him too. He knew he wouldn’t have to ask the beast to use manners. Feeling rather accomplished, the genie summoned a cup of tea for himself as well. He took a long, slow sip, as though to savour the taste of his success before he spoke again.

“You’re welcome.” The genie said for a second time, however only then could his true sincerity be felt. “I couldn’t leave, not yet. There’s still a lot to be done here. I haven’t even put up the floral print wallpaper yet.”

"...Wallpaper? What for?" Beast didn't think there was any of it in his castle, though he hadn't taken note of such things for a very long time. Most of the castle had changed for the worse when the Enchantress had cast that spell. It was now a grotesque mockery of what it had been before that night.

Beast then looked at the walls to either side of him, and quickly found the answer to his own question. There was wallpaper, but it was peeling away, showing wood paneling behind it.

‘For what?’ the beast had asked. Oh, such a silly question. Genie tried not to laugh while he turned his glance to the apartment’s walls. He suspected the walls wear to have been because of Beast, however, the apartment could have easily been in such shape when he moved in as well. The prince did not appear to be particularly observant or really even care for the state of his room in the first place. He quirked a brow, amused grin across his features as he watched Beast observe the room and draw to his own conclusion.

“I told you: it’s way too dark in here, too dreary. I’m getting depressed just sitting here. We need to brighten the place up. Here, I brought a sample book. I personally like the floral pattern I mentioned but maybe you’ll find something else you like in there too.” Passing the book to Beast, Genie took another sip of his tea before speaking again. “Just don’t go with any stripes. The stripes don’t work. What is this, a prison? I don’t think so.”

"Just...pick something," Beast answered, without so much as glancing toward the book. He had no concern at all for the appearance of the walls, and even less for the way their appearance was covered up. It wouldn't...hide how terrible they were, if it was stripped away, so what was the use?

But he kept the thoughts to himself, voicing them only in those three short words. Only a hint of his exasperation at having to make such decisions shone through, and even then, it wasn't anything that shouldn't be expected from any prince. Who would want to do something so boring as pick out the wallpaper?

Genie looked surprised by Beast’s response. Though he couldn’t say he expected the beast to care about the appearance of his apartment, much less hold any respect for it, he could not say he ever imagined Beast to actually trust him. It was only in regards to decorating but it was still a large and unexpected step. He was almost tempted to ask Beast if he was sure he wanted to trust him with such a large decision but decided otherwise. If he was fine with anything then Genie would go right on along with the pink floral pattern he had found. He had spotted it once in a Victorian style dollhouse at a road show and ever since felt the strong desire to use it. What more suitable setting then a Victorian style apartment?

The genie flew out of his chair and glanced over the apartment thoughtfully for a moment before he got to work. It took mere minutes for Genie to not only apply the new wallpaper but completely refurnish the apartment as well. Everything Beast had once destroyed was fully restored as well as some additional items added. The genie, no long just a blue blur, could be found fiddling with the new curtains he had installed before he turned back to face Beast.

“You think this will do for now?” he asked.

The whole place suddenly looked brand new, and Beast couldn't help but be impressed with Genie's magic. It was nothing like what the enchantress had done. Instead of transforming anything, Genie was fixing it.

However, Beast had some trouble expressing his gratitude. "It..." he started, trying to make sure he would be able to speak the full sentence. "It looks nice." Beast let himself smile, the gesture unimpeded by his fierce countenance. "Thank you."

“Nice?” Genie repeated in disbelief. “Honey, it looks drop dead gorgeous.” A playful nudge was given to Beast. “Just think of all the company you can bring here now.” He paused for a moment in thought. “Make that all the company you’d want to bring here now. Just do me favour and try to keep it clean, will you? It’ll keep not only the apartment looking brighter but you too. I don’t want to see this place a mess again.”

Feeling rather accomplished while he glanced around the tidy room he gave a firm nod. “Well, it looks like my work here is done. I just have to deal with the rents downstairs. If you ever need anything else though, give me call. The name was Genie. I don’t answer to ‘Genes’ and only wear them on casual days – Fridays and Saturdays. I’d also prefer if you didn’t use ‘Genikins’. Anything else is alright. I’ll even take ‘Knee’. I don’t know why anyone would call me ‘Knee’ but the option is out there. ‘Gene’ is alright too. It’s actually of Greek origin, its meaning is ‘well-born, noble’. Short form of Eugene. Used as an independent name since the late 19th century. Geno is also an Italian short form. Apparently it was a common name in the nineteen thirties but I’m getting ahead myself here. You just take care of yourself and this apartment.”

Beast was left speechless as Genie startled rambling on again, but he gave a nod and a smile to the strange blue being. He didn't actually pay very much attention to the words Genie spoke, as they made very little sense, but he appreciated the offer of Genie's service.

He didn't say anything back though, uncertain as to whether Genie was done speaking or not.

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