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]

"To welcome all who enter! I don't think the canvas is too big to fit."

[sagramore]

"Oh, I think thou'rt right."

[futaille]

A solemn nod. "It's a perfect spot."

[sagramore]

"Thank the almighty durian for thy sagacity."

[futaille]

"Now we must consider the best way to hang it."

[sagramore]

"Just nail it up there."

[futaille]

"Do you not think it needs a frame, then, to display it at its best?"

[sagramore]

"Ohhhhh. Thinkst thou we could find a durian frame? Or hellfire? Durian hellfire?"

[futaille]

"Are you suggesting we set it on fire and paint the door with the ashes?"

[sagramore]

"I wasn't, but now--"

[futaille]

"It comes down to which option best depicts our intention."

[sagramore]

"Well, our intention is hell. So now I think we might need to start a fire."

[futaille]

"Fire it is, then. We will create a lavish pyre."

[sagramore]

"I hate to bring any reason into this adventure, but I think we should do that outside. By the lake, perhaps."

[futaille]

"Your wisdom is unmatched."

[sagramore]

"Right. I'll get matches."

[futaille]

"Excellent. I shall convey the artwork to the lakeside."

[sagramore]

"Marvelous."

When he rejoins Grantaire it's with the box of matches and a bottle of vodka -- he doesn't wholly trust the splattered durian to burn on its own.

[futaille]

Grantaire grins, in the process of setting the painting down on a rock. "Oh, excellently planned."

[sagramore]

"I didn't want to risk the conflagration. We can put the ashes in with whatever's left of the liquor and make a paint."

[futaille]

"The greatest of all paints, indeed."

[sagramore]

"Truly! Wouldst thou do the honors?" handing him the bottle.

[futaille]

"Of course!" He takes the bottle and opens it, taking a long swig before pouring a good amount of the vodka over the painting.

[sagramore]

"Oh, a little more, I think I see a dry speck."

[futaille]

"As you wish!" He pours a bit more over for maximum flammability.