[First Hour] Just his luck.

[forpudding]

One day. One day! I returned to my duties for one measly day. [There's what sounds like a middle-aged male on the other end of the device, his voice quite obviously British- an annoyed British voice to be exact.]

Splendid. Just peachy.

Ahem... [He straightens himself up and begins to sound far more professional.] I am looking to locate my Master, if

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[burningamour]

So much for peace and quiet...

[forpudding]

[His voice stays on the same tone level, sounding almost corporal, but mostly peeved.] Good day to you too, Lumiere.

[burningamour]

I see you have taken your time in returning to us. Although, I have also heard a different story... Is it true? Has it truly been but one day since you had last been here?

[forpudding]

I run perfectly on time. Not that I wished to be in this blasted place in the beginning.

[burningamour]

Strange. Though, I suppose it is no stranger than the time which you arrived from. How you were so lucky, I still do not know.

[forpudding]

Yes... I suppose I was lucky. [A part of him is quite happy with this, but a part of him really does feel bad, because he knows that the voice is coming from a candlestick and not a human being. How strange that he could imagine it as the man he had seen that previous day.]

[burningamour]

Have you yet to speak with Mrs. Potts?

[forpudding]

Not yet, no. Is she still residing in the city?

[He's actually on a train right now, on his way to the house. It'll be far quicker now that he knows about the trains...]

[burningamour]

Oui. I wish to speak to you both regarding an urgent matter.

I hate it when I don't have the right icon. ;-;

[forpudding]

I shall be there as soon as possible. [You can hear him take this seriously. Down to business!]