Closed starter for @theflamingfool --- The night that the spell was broken, there had been copious amounts of singing, dancing, and drunken fun. But, sadly to say, Cogsworth had ended up being a bit.... frustrated by the situation. You see, when intoxicated, Lumiere had the tendency to become a right flirt. He had been teasing and groping Babette the entire night, and Cogsworth was sick and tired of it. Day after day, Cogsworth had to struggle with Lumiere sweeping the feather duster off her feet, making out with her behind curtains, singing them in the process, and flirting with her in plain sight. Now that they were human again, well, things had only escalated due to their recent addition of body parts. Breasts and bottoms and curves were fondled and caressed, and Cogsworth simply couldn't bear to see it any longer. This was because Cogsworth was, to say the least, quite jealous of Babette's relationship with Lumiere. Every time he saw them slip behind a curtain, or when he found singe marks on the drapes, or when he kissed her... it made his stomach turn. He wanted to be the one to meet Lumiere's lips, the one who was in his lithe arms, the one who went to bed with him at night, but alas, Babette was the one who held that honor. Cogsworth was nothing but someone to tease, someone to mock for his affections, and it hurt the man perhaps more than people realized. So, after being witness to Lumiere and Babette having a grand old time at the celebration, Cogsworth had found himself in quite a bit of a funk. Trying not to kill the mood, he simply retreated to the sitting room, nursing a brandy as he tried to drown out the sounds of the celebrating that echoed from the ballroom.
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