Bonjour! Je m’appelle Cogsworth! (My name is Cogsworth, for those who don’t speak French! Which, you should. It’s a very lovely language, it stems from Latin!) I am the most humble servant to Prince Adam of France and his lovely bride, Princess Belle of France. I’m sure you all know the story of how they met! Oh, Belle will forever be a hero to us servants for finally lifting that dreadful curse! Anyway, I mustn’t let my mind wander! I do have a problem with that, Lumiere says it’s because I am such a know it all! As I was saying, I practically run this castle, if it weren’t for me, nothing would be nearly as orderly or tidy. (Don’t listen to what everyone else says. Why, I’m almost as important as the prince himself but you didn’t hear it from me!)
((Independent Cogsworth account, willing to RP with anyone.
I’m leaving DRP guys. Mainly because there’s other RPs that I’m in and DRP has faded to the background. I’m hogging my characters like crazy and it’s just not very fair to those that want to RP them. I’m going to greatly miss a lot of you. Actually, most of you are in other RPs with me so I’ll still be seeing you.
Good luck, DRP!
-Em
Cogsworth will likely go indie so I can still bromance with Lumiere until he gets a replacement.
“Ahhh, yes! I’d be happy to.” He fully got up, returning the smile. He was happy that Cogsworth had been keeping to his diet and exercise routine. On occasions he’d thought of going on runs with him around the castle, but then he always came to realize he was far too lazy and lacking motivation to do so. He proceeded to start preparing to make the dish, keeping conversation. “How have you been, mon ami? I have not seen you as much as I used to.”
“Thank you!” the major-domo smiled, taking a seat on a barstool as he watched his friend prepare the meal. He chuckled lightly and nodded. “Well, you have your lady friend and I have my… exercise. I’m down another 5 pounds, 25 lost total. My mother would be very proud of me, I’m sure,” he said, fairly proud of himself, actually.
“You speak as if I haven’t been cooking in le kitchen for years now, and have no idea what I’m doing.” Though saying he knew what he was doing was a weak statement given the fact he was on the floor. Rolling onto his back, he rose an eyebrow, wondering what Cogsworth was looking for. “..Ahhh, mon ami, she is not here.” He chuckled after he realized, bringing himself to sit up. “How may I help you, Cogsworth?”
He stumbled, shaking his head. “I haven’t the faintest clue what you are talking about!” the man insisted before clearing his throat. “Ah, why I’m here. I was wondering if you could whip up my favorite dish. Remember that sauteed chicken we had a few nights ago?” he inquired, smiling innocently. “Mind you, I haven’t had my dinner yet.”
Lumiere hummed, on the dish duty. Dinner had been served, dinner had been eaten, and the dirty plates had been left behind. He let the previous washer have a break, actually on one of the last. He pulled his hands out of the water to realize he’d soaked his apron, furrowing his brow. Now to get it off.
As you can see, it didn’t work out so well.
“Lumiere, what are you doing?! Is it hygienic to do that in a kitchen?” He asked, looking around to see if Babette was hiding.
Cogsworth huffed as he walked back into the castle, sweating like a dog after his evening exercise. He slowly made his way back to his room and bathed before heading out to the kitchen, hoping to find Lumiere and ask him to make him his new favorite dish.
“Lumiere?” he called as he entered the kitchen, looking around.
