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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[sagramore]

"Oh, I couldn't do less for the honored and esteemed artist who's about to allow me to leave my mark on hallowed ground."

[futaille]

"Of course. Speaking of which, I think we should paint with our fingers. It's more ceremonial that way."

[sagramore]

"I will accept your knowledgeable counsel, even though I deeply don't want to touch it."

[futaille]

"I promise we will ritually wash our hands later."

[sagramore]

"All right, if you promise."

[futaille]

"I swear it upon the charred remains of the sacred durian."

[sagramore]

"Very well. I'm ready."

[futaille]

He nods. In the absence of a palette, he promptly pours some of the goop into his free palm, his nose wrinkling a bit as he does so, before he sets the bottle down, dipping his fingertip into it, and experimentally drawing a line on the door.

[sagramore]

Sagramore sighs, but he dips his own fingers into the goop and begins painting vaguely flame-shaped lines on the door.

[futaille]

Grantaire promptly turns his first line into a flame of its own, continuing on into drawing more.

[sagramore]

As they continue he is forced to pick up the bottle and pour more of the so-called paint out for use. He is, arguably, still painting fire, but since he's not a very good artist it's not enormously obvious.

[futaille]

He hardly minds. In fact, he makes sure to come once Sagramore is done with a section and make his bits look more fiery with the addition of a line here or a curve there, in the spirit of collaboration.

[sagramore]

"Oh, that's very good, that really does help--"

[futaille]

"I shall happily continue to feed your flames."

[sagramore]

"Oh, well-said! Very clever. You're a wordsmith as well as an artist."

[futaille]

"Words are no less play tokens than dominoes or billiard balls."

[sagramore]

"Certainly they are in your hands."

[futaille]

"Oh, come now. Talking is so easy that even babies learn how to do it quickly."

[sagramore]

"Ah, but do babies do it well?"

[futaille]

"I'd say that by the time they're five or so, there's a good deal of aptitude."

[sagramore]

"You really think you speak no more artfully than a five-year-old?"

[futaille]

"I didn't say that. But given that most people can speak perfectly adequately at a very young age, it's not surprising that a couple more decades just improves upon things."

[sagramore]

"Art like an aged cheese."

[futaille]

"Oh, an aged cheese sounds delicious right now." He carefully adds a few smoke curls to the fire.

[sagramore]

"I think we could call this a job well done and adjourn for lunch."