Open Post: La savate et le chausson

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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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"I can't decide whether I should look at your mouth knowing your eyes are actually there or at your eyes knowing that it would look like I'm staring at your mouth."

[vineleaves]

“Hmm, you can look wherever you want,” he says softly.

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He nods solemnly. "Your nose then. Same place."

[vineleaves]

“That works for me,” he says and then snuggles closer. Somehow.

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"You're beautiful even with your face upside down," he pronounces.

[vineleaves]

He blushes a little. "That's so sweet of you to say, thank you love. High praise coming from the most beautiful man I know."

[futaille]

He laughs and it's a borderline giggle. "You're welcome. But I'm not hallucinating that much."

[vineleaves]

"I wasn't lying."

[futaille]

"No, no, not lying. Mistaken, though. I can think of... at least a dozen more beautiful men here."

[vineleaves]

"We do have a lot of eye candy here, don't we? But you're the most beautiful."

[futaille]

He ducks his head a little. "If you say so."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus catches Grantaire's chin and gently lifts his head so he can kiss him again.

[futaille]

He kisses Dionysus back, of course, although he closes his eyes immediately as it would be very weird otherwise with the whole upside-down face thing.

[vineleaves]

He draws the kiss out for a while. When they finally separate he says, "Sorry for making you kiss my eyeballs."

[futaille]

He grins. "I couldn't see it, so it clearly wasn't happening."

[vineleaves]

"As long as my kisses don't start to feel like you're kissing an eyeball I think we're okay. I think I'd have to stop the hallucinations at that point just out of sheer respect for my reputation."

[futaille]

"If it comes to that, I'll let you know, I assure you."

[vineleaves]

"Do you want anything else to drink?" he asks, because the god of Wine makes choices this typist thinks are bad sometimes.

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"Surprise me."

[vineleaves]

He makes a glass of one of Grantaire’s favorite wines and hands it over. “No cheese this time,” he laughs.

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He takes the glass and has a long drink from it, draining it halfway almost immediately. "Perfect."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus finishes off the last of his own kykeon, then refills his glass with the same wine he just gave Grantaire and similarly has a long sip of it as well. “Easier to drink, that’s for sure.”

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"I'm no expert," he remarks before finishing the glass, "but it may be the lack of cheese."

[vineleaves]

“Are you sure?” He asks, a giggle creeping its way into his voice. “But cheese is normally so easy to drink!” He finishes his glass as well, then refills both.

[futaille]

He would undoubtedly make a 'no whey' joke here if it worked in French, but it doesn't, which is a shame. "It depends on the cheese, I suppose."