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]

"One might go so far to say there is an abundance of surfaces."

[sagramore]

"Considerably! All right, what knowst thou of heraldry?"

[futaille]

"Not that much, to be honest. I helped Galahad choose the colors for the one he made for he and Claudius, but other than that..."

[sagramore]

"Excellent. We can choose our colors and symbols, all of that. I'll show thee what mine looks like -- we could impale mine with thine, but I think we should make something mostly new."

[futaille]

"New leaves more room for creativity, so of course."

[sagramore]

"Exactly! Hast thou a coat of arms in thy family?"

[futaille]

He laughs. "I think I'm flattered that you entertained the thought that there might have been."

[sagramore]

"I don't know, perhaps thou'rt a secret prince as well."

[futaille]

He shakes his head, amused. "Oh, no. Firmly bourgeois. Although I'm sure I would have been the most indolent of princes."

[sagramore]

"I may still make a prince of thee. I could array thee and serve thee," amused.

[futaille]

"Oh, Christ, can you even imagine."

[sagramore]

Sagramore lets out a delighted laugh. "I actually can. It would be a-- what's the thing, the Roman thing, where everyone changes places?"

[futaille]

"Ah, Saturnalia! Truly a stunning holiday."

[sagramore]

"Right! What's the point of it, remind me?"

[futaille]

"The point of the festival or the point of the role reversal specifically?"

[sagramore]

"All of it."

[futaille]

"It was a feast devoted to the god Saturn, father of Jupiter and others. As for the switching... I'm not sure. Probably because it was entertaining."

[sagramore]

"Nonsense, in other words."

[futaille]

"Nonsense is a powerful draw. I think there was some justification about freedom."

[sagramore]

"The important thing is that we're perfectly adapted for nonsense."

[futaille]

"Are we? We seem so staid and logical."

[sagramore]

"Bite thy tongue on that heresy!"

[futaille]

"And here I thought I was just adding even more nonsense."

[sagramore]

"No, that was just upsetting."

[futaille]

"My wholehearted apologies."