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]

"Oh, that's remarkably clever. Well done."

[vineleaves]

He laughs, bending down to tear off the now very deflated sheets and set them to the side. "It's better when it's not on bubble wrap, and I've got the appropriate shoes on, but it was alright, I suppose. I could teach you tap sometime if you'd like. Noisy dancing."

[futaille]

"As luck would have it, I enjoy both dancing and noise."

[vineleaves]

"Perfect! We'll have to do that then. Later though, right now we need to sort out what we're going to use the rest of this bubble wrap for."

[futaille]

"A very protective suit of clothing."

[vineleaves]

"We could wrap one of us up in it and then roll down a hill."

[futaille]

His eyes widen. "What are we waiting for?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs. "Let's go then!" He shoves the used bubble wrap back in the closet and shuts the door, then scoops up the rest of the roll.

[futaille]

"Do you need help carrying it?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh no, it's big but it isn't heavy at all." He tosses the whole thing up in the air to prove his point. "I mean, unless you just want to carry it."

[futaille]

"Oh, no, that's all right. I guess it is mostly air."

[vineleaves]

"Yep." He tosses it up again. "Which is fortunate, because if it was heavy I think I would have left this right where it was."

[futaille]

"What a tragedy that would have been."

[vineleaves]

"Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight," he sings off-hand, and then adds, in case any mansion spirits happen to be listening, "Only not really, please, thank you."

[futaille]

"At least there will almost certainly be comedy in abundance with this."

[vineleaves]

“Assuming we can find an appropriate hill.” Not one too dangerous, after all, but still fun enough to roll down.

[futaille]

"We'll find one. If worse comes to worst, we'll make one."

[vineleaves]

"Let's hope we find one, the other option sounds like entirely too much work."

[futaille]

"It may end up being worth it in the end, but I agree that it would be preferable simply to find an already extant hill."

[vineleaves]

"I guess I could just make a ramp out of vines."

[futaille]

"You could! I had not considered that option!"

[vineleaves]

"Easier than digging up and then mounding a bunch of dirt, or whatever your plan was."

[futaille]

"Well, I was thinking of recruiting Temeraire to help, at least."

[vineleaves]

"Temeraire could be the hill."

[futaille]

"I would be worried about the scales wounding the bubble wrap too early."