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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[vineleaves]

"I know, I know, it may just be wishful thinking. It's good to have goals in life though."

[futaille]

"You know, I think it is quite possible that this is an achievable goal."

[vineleaves]

"Hmm, do you think so? Do you have an in with the couch distributers?"

[futaille]

"You seem to think I do."

[vineleaves]

"You do!" he laughs, sitting halfway up. "That's why you got a punching bag instead of a crash test dummy."

[futaille]

"I'm sure you could also get a punching bag if you wanted one."

[vineleaves]

“Oh, don’t worry, I don’t,” he laughs.

[futaille]

"I didn't actually think you did, don't worry."

[vineleaves]

“I would hate to have given you a false impression.”

[futaille]

"That seems unlikely, for what it's worth."

[vineleaves]

"Étienne?"

[futaille]

"Yes?"

[vineleaves]

"Can we get off the floor now?"

[futaille]

He sits up immediately. "Oh, yes, of course!"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus pulls himself up off the floor, this time his knees are what pops though. "I sound like bubble wrap," he comments, mostly to himself for obvious reasons.

[futaille]

He stands, with notably fewer pops. "I get the idea of what you're saying, but I have no idea what bubble wrap is."

[vineleaves]

"Sheet of thin plastic, with a grid of tiny air-filled bubbles on it. Meant to be used for packing fragile things so they don't break, but it's also just fun to pop the bubbles. Want to go try and find some?"

[futaille]

"Absolutely. It sounds quite entertaining."

[vineleaves]

"With any luck we'll find a whole roll of it," he says, already heading for the door.

[futaille]

He follows in Dionysus's wake. "It comes in rolls?"

[vineleaves]

"Yeah, so that places that ship a lot of things can get it in bulk. I think it's usually perforated so they can rip of a sheet at a time. At least whenever I've seen it that's how it's been." He opens a closet hoping to see a big roll, but the only thing in that closet is one half-empty pack of AAA batteries.

[futaille]

"I am enthralled by the concept, I must say."

[vineleaves]

"If we find a whole roll I'll lay some out and tap dance on it for you," he says as he opens another door. This one is just an empty half-bath, but not the usual half.

[futaille]

"Finding a roll seems imperative, now."

[vineleaves]

The next door is a storage room full of metal folding chairs.