The Universe of Gas

No One Quite Like Gaston (Disney AU Special!)

(Based on Gaston's original design from concept art)

Gaston Lebeau was a beautiful man, but not in the traditional sense. He was tall and slender, proud that he did not have labor for a living. Delicate and petite in frame, Gaston was a gentlemanly scholar. And it was Lefrou who had the muscle, albeit without the brains.

And gentleman he was, as his aloof nature won almost every girl in town.

Today, however, Gaston was rather ill. So he requested his bumbling Lefrou to tend to him for the day.

Lefrou gladly did the errands for the wealthy man. Taking care the town's most prominent figure was certainly an honor.

"Lefrou, go close the windows. I can't stand the smell of the town," ordered Gaston. He pointed his slender hand at the gilded window, a book in the other.

Despite Gaston's claim of not feeling well, he was dressed to the tens. A fine ruffled shirt, a silken red cravat, and a pair of elegant breeches hugged against his dainty frame. His round and golden spectacles sat perfectly on his fair face and his dark curls were drawn back with a ribbon.

Lefrou abided, knowing how seriously Gaston took his reading time.

Gaston sat comfortably in his personal chair, his feet delicately propped by the matching ottoman. Lefrou was sitting on the floor, as Gaston detested the idea of the oaf on his fine furniture.

Lefrou had never seen the aristocrat squirm so much. It was a subtle motion, but Lefrou watched as Gaston adjust his posture in his chair. One may think the scholar was elegantly getting himself into place, but Lefrou took note that every time Gaston moved, he was lifting his posterior ever so slightly.

Then it got Lefrou thinking. Did the ever so prim and proper Gaston have bowels movements? Never had Lefrou seen the scholar even leave to excuse himself. Did aristocratic digestive systems not work like peasant systems?

Lefrou's answer came in the form a smell. A really bad smell. He turned to Gaston, who had a hankie on his slender nose.

"Lefrou, go open the window,"

"But you just told me-"

"Lefrou!"

Lefrou quickly went to open the windows as Gaston's face contorted in pain.

"Gaston, are you alright? Should I go get the doctor?"

"No, I am alright. I only need you to tend to my needs for today,"

Lefrou sat back down on the polished floors. Gaston pulled the hankie from his nose, folding it perfectly back into place.

It was a good deal of silence as Lefrou mindlessly daydreamed and Gaston continued to read until:

FRRPPPPPPPPPP

A terrible smell hit Lefrou right in the face.

"Gaston?"

Gaston's face flushed red. The noise was louder than he had anticipated.

"Gosh Gaston! That was a big one!"

"Hush you fool!"

The high-bred Gaston had farted! Right in front of Lefrou!

"Do you need a chamberpot?"

"No!"

The nobleman turned his flushing face away from Lefrou, using his book to block his view.

"Lefrou, fetch me a cushion from my bedroom,"

Lefrou, confused and slightly amused, quickly hurried and brought a lush red pillow from Gaston's quarters. Gaston took the cushion, his face still hidden behind his book. He shifted, placing the cushion directly underneath his posterior. It was almost cute, seeing the delicate Gaston perch himself so precariously on the cushion as though the cushion might bite him.