Open Post: La savate et le chausson

[futaille]

Much to his satisfaction, Grantaire has been able to keep up with many of his hobbies unabated during his time at the mansion. Not all of them, though, mostly because they were ones he'd go to specific spots for, and with those spots not being here in addition to an abundance of his other hobbies, they more or less fell by the wayside.

However, a recent chat with Dionysus has reminded him that he has very much neglected his 'hitting things' level. Although he didn't find a crash test dummy, the thought being on his mind ended up in him stumbling upon a small gym tucked away, complete with some equipment including a standing punching bag.

So he's discarded his waistcoat and cravat over a bench and is practicing his savate¹.

¹French kickboxing! During R's time it was basically for streetfighting, and just beginning to get formalized, but there are some cool vintage videos on youtube (Here and here) to give the... vibe.

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[futaille]

"Certainly not! I wholeheartedly embrace my ridiculousness, but most ridiculous is quite the claim."

[sagramore]

"Thou art ridiculously sure of that."

[futaille]

"It is decidedly less ridiculous to know you're ridiculous than to preposterously claim a lack of ridiculousness, and therefore, since I wholeheartedly claim my ridiculousness, I cannot possibly be the most ridiculous."

[sagramore]

"Jesu, I don't even want to know what that sounds like in French."

[futaille]

"It sounds marvelous, thank you."

[sagramore]

"Surpassingly?"

[futaille]

"Conspicuously."

[sagramore]

"Indefinably. Didst thou know thy counterpart ate ice cream off his own head?"

[futaille]

"He what? I do not remember that part."

[sagramore]

"Not with me, he just told me about it. It was a game."

[futaille]

"Clearly I must replicate this feat."

[sagramore]

"That's what I thought. He was also taped upside down to the ceiling once."

[futaille]

"... How?"

[sagramore]

"Do I look like a man who knows how to tape someone to a ceiling?" laughing.

[futaille]

"You could have hidden talents!"

[sagramore]

"I could, but I don't."

[futaille]

"Or at least not that particular hidden talent, I suppose."

[sagramore]

"What other hidden talents dost thou imagine I have?"

[futaille]

"If it's hidden well enough, I wouldn't be able to imagine. Can you juggle?"

[sagramore]

"No! That would be a good one, though."

[futaille]

"Let me think.... No, I know you can do that... that too.... I know you can't do that yet... All right, how about whittling?"

[sagramore]

"No! That would be useful, though. Actually, I have an idea -- thou shouldst teach me a talent from thine own time that no one would suspect, so I can surprise everyone."

[futaille]

"Huh. Let me think. I'm not sure of any talents I have that you don't."

[sagramore]

"I just saw one."

[futaille]

"Oh. Does that even count? I would have thought you know how to hit people."