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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[vineleaves]

Dionysus leans over to kiss Grantaire. "Always, of course." He moves on to the other arm.

[futaille]

He grins. "I feel safer already."

[vineleaves]

“Good. You should always feel safe around me,” he says, a little more serious than you’d expect, given he is wrapping bubble wrap around Grantaire.

[futaille]

"Worry not," he says easily, "as it seems I shall be perfectly protected from rocks and other assorted ground hazards."

[vineleaves]

He starts wrapping up each of Grantaire's legs.

[futaille]

"This feels so comfortable. I'm determined to start a new fashion trend."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs. “You’ll rethink that once you realize how quickly this is going to get very sweaty.”

[futaille]

He grins. "I'll have you know that some of my favorite moments have been very sweaty."

[vineleaves]

“And with any luck, some of those also involved me in a similar position,” he says, because he’s on his knees wrapping up Grantaire’s legs. He looks up long enough to wink at him, then goes about tying off the bubble wrap.

[futaille]

"Oh, I think there's a very good chance, yes."

[vineleaves]

Legs taken care of, Dionysus stands back up and starts doing his best to wrap the bubble wrap around Grantaire's head but not his face. "This is the most important part. Can't let that cute little noggin get banged up."

[futaille]

"I am cocooned quite nicely to emerge as a moth at the bottom of the hill. Co-- moth fanciers everywhere would be proud."

[vineleaves]

"Oh good, you'll be able to just fly back up here with your new wings once the trip is over."

[futaille]

"Well, the wings will have to dry first, but yes. I will be a delightful man-moth."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, later I need to find a photo of this one statue for you. I think you'll appreciate it. It's a man-moth. Do you need help getting down so you can roll or is the bubble wrap loose enough?"

[futaille]

He tests his joints. "I think I can get down."

[vineleaves]

"Oh good. Feel like anywhere needs some extra bubble wrap before you go?"

[futaille]

"I believe I am fairly well protected!"

[vineleaves]

"Alright then, Monsieur Grantaire, would you like to give a few words before embarking on your great mission?" He starts to act like he's handing over a microphone, remembers Grantaire will have no frame of reference for that, and switches instead to pretending he has a notebook to take notes in.

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"I say only that I do this in the spirit of discovery." He climbs down to lie on the ground. "Are you ready?"

[vineleaves]

"I only wish I had a camera to film this," he says a little forlorn, but still with a grin on his face. "Have a nice trip, love!"

[futaille]

He grins, nods, and pushes himself to start to roll down the hill, making popping noises all the while.

[vineleaves]

Oh heavens, the popping noises. Dionysus is laughing as he calls down, "Are you okay, love?"

[futaille]

"Magnificent!" he calls out, volume diminishing a bit as he continues to roll downhill. The popping frenzy of the bubble wrap diminishes too as fewer unpopped bubbles are left throughout the roll. He finally slows to a stop at the bottom of the hill and sits up, laughing.

[vineleaves]

"How're the wings?" He yells down to his man-moth.