A lovely walk in the park is good for anyone [Closed/Active]
Character(s): Cogsworth & Lumiere
Content: Cogsworth forces Lumiere to get some fresh-air, and so they take a trip to the park. And later everything gets messed up.
Setting: From the Beast's household to a bench nearby.
Time: 12.02pm
Warnings: How bad can it be between these two? ...forget I said that.
"Lumiere, you absolutely must get some fresh-air!" Though the nightmares had dwindled out in the recent, Cogsworth had still been feeling the ware of constant worry and stress that they had brought to him; his thought-pattern had been changed to one that he knew was not pro-active to dwindle on. Of course, being stuck in a house with so little to do (and everything else already done) but think wasn't good for that 'let's not think about my friends possibly being cursed forever' plan.
And so there Cogsworth stood, shouting at the cocky candelabra. "All matters aside, I am still the head of the household as appointed by the Master, and this is an order!" The Beast hadn't exactly appointed him head of the new household; Cogsworth had assumed (and figured that no-one would know any better) that because it was the same serving staff, he would have kept his job for the new household.
He hoped that Lumiere would listen to him for once; Cogsworth knew that this would be good for the both of them, and- as much as Cogsworth was not so fond of Lumiere and his ways at times- he had been cooped up for all those years too... He knew that fresh-air was a godsend.
Content: Cogsworth forces Lumiere to get some fresh-air, and so they take a trip to the park. And later everything gets messed up.
Setting: From the Beast's household to a bench nearby.
Time: 12.02pm
Warnings: How bad can it be between these two? ...forget I said that.
"Lumiere, you absolutely must get some fresh-air!" Though the nightmares had dwindled out in the recent, Cogsworth had still been feeling the ware of constant worry and stress that they had brought to him; his thought-pattern had been changed to one that he knew was not pro-active to dwindle on. Of course, being stuck in a house with so little to do (and everything else already done) but think wasn't good for that 'let's not think about my friends possibly being cursed forever' plan.
And so there Cogsworth stood, shouting at the cocky candelabra. "All matters aside, I am still the head of the household as appointed by the Master, and this is an order!" The Beast hadn't exactly appointed him head of the new household; Cogsworth had assumed (and figured that no-one would know any better) that because it was the same serving staff, he would have kept his job for the new household.
He hoped that Lumiere would listen to him for once; Cogsworth knew that this would be good for the both of them, and- as much as Cogsworth was not so fond of Lumiere and his ways at times- he had been cooped up for all those years too... He knew that fresh-air was a godsend.
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Needless to say, the longer they remained in the apartment, the longer the days became, all of which beginning to feel the same. Were it not for Cogsworth’s punctuality, Lumiere would have had little awareness of the time passing them by. What was an hour, an afternoon, or even a day when they all felt the same?
Then there was Cogsworth. He was another story all together. Ordering him to go outside… Of all the folly. Nose held high, Lumiere kept his back to the man as he raved on, arms crossed firmly across his chest. “If it is of such importants, could we not simply open the shutters and let in some air?” He longed to go outside just as much as Cogsworth, but ordering him to do so was not the way. The candelabra was far too stubborn to allow the head of the household to tell him what to do. As if the overgrown pocket watch knew what was best for him. Hah! Although, now it felt now as though he was arguing for the sake of arguing, really. Perhaps he was.
Oh I see what you did with that 'Human Again' reference there...
Cogsworth was determined to leave the apartment, and if he had to drag Lumiere out with him... well, he was already wondering if Lumiere had a holding spot that he couldn't burn him from.
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“Walk?” the candelabra could not help but laugh, choosing to tease the poor man. “A waddle, perhaps, with you.”
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"With me?! You don't even have feet!" He walked towards the enchanted object, staring down at him, starting to get a little peeved. He knew he was teasing, but gosh he got to him sometimes...
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Lumiere looked back up at Cogsworth, a smart remark at the ready upon his tongue after the man’s words. However, it was of no worth saying, Lumiere no longer caring to argue. He felt as defeated as he looked. Straightening his slumped shoulders, the candelabra smiled at his old friend to assure him he was alright. “A walk would be nice, mon ami.” He replied, the brass undertone of his voice ever evident.