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]

He nibbles on it quite contentedly. "Best way to eat grapes, without a doubt."

[vineleaves]

"Being fed them by the god of Wine, or being fed them while someone's kissing your neck?" he asks, his mouth barely leaving Grantaire's skin.

[futaille]

A grin. "Definitely both."

[vineleaves]

"I'll feed you grapes whenever you want." He'll also kiss Grantaire's neck whenever he wants as well, but that goes without saying.

[futaille]

"I have never had as much appreciation for grapes as I have since meeting you. Not to say, of course, that I haven't had any appreciation for grapes, as obviously they have done me many great favors throughout my life. But it's definitely increased recently."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is genuinely touched by that, and he pulls back enough to be able to look Grantaire in the eyes, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "That's -- that's very sweet, thank you, love."

[futaille]

Grantaire blinks. He wasn't actually attempting sweetness, just... talking. "Thank you?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus smiles. "I wonder if anyone has put grapes and-or wine into the suggestion box for topics you'll have to talk about, whenever that whole thing gets started."

[futaille]

"I know one way to make sure someone did."

[vineleaves]

"Well, yes, but asking each and every resident if they put that in yet or not would take so incredibly long," he says, obviously joking. "If only there was a simpler solution."

[futaille]

He makes a show of contemplating. "No. Can't think of any."

[vineleaves]

"Well, we'd better get a move on then, if we want to track everyone down to ask them before nightfall." He doesn't get up. "Though, I suppose, oh no, no, it's too unthinkable. I hate to even suggest it! But if it's for the greater good..."

[futaille]

"If it's for the greater good, you probably should do it. I'll support you."

[vineleaves]

“I suppose I’ll just have to submit it myself.” He puts his hand on his forehead and leans back, very dramatically. “Will you help me through this terrible hardship?”

[futaille]

"Whatever I can do to assist," he says solemnly, "I will."

[vineleaves]

“Oh thank you, I fear it may be too difficult to manage on my own.”

[futaille]

"I would hate to set you on too treacherous a task."

[vineleaves]

“My hero!” He turns and falls backwards into Grantaire’s lap, as if he’s fainting. He then lifts up another grape for Grantaire to eat.

[futaille]

He laughs and promptly eats the grape.

[vineleaves]

"This bench is really uncomfortable, you know," he says after a moment.

[futaille]

"I've been in more uncomfortable places..."

[vineleaves]

"Yes but we're in a building with an infinite supply of pillows and cushions and blankets and mattresses and soft chairs and sofas."

[futaille]

"So we are! Are you suggesting we exit the bench?"

[vineleaves]

"I think my back would appreciate it," he laughs.

[futaille]

"All right, then. Let's."