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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[lightbearinglord]

"Silliness is not a skill of mine," Lan Wangji says, appropriately solemn about the admission, "but I have begun to attempt it more often of late."

[futaille]

"Everyone has natural strengths and weaknesses, which is fine. It's impressive that you're actually working on that one, though. People who lack it often seem to neglect it."

[lightbearinglord]

He lets out a breath, soft and almost amused. Grantaire has done nothing to escape the swift onset of his concern, but there is little to be done for that now. He could tell Grantaire how he grew up serious in all things, how every day was the same, how he only barely knows how to attain playfulness without alcohol to knock his control from his grasp. He doesn't, though -- he nods, and then he dips into a bow. "Thank you for the lesson."

[futaille]

He nods, waving a hand. "Of course. It was no trouble."

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji has taken up enough of Grantaire's time, although his gratitude is sincere. He gathers the layers of his robes and slips back into them, tying them securely with his sash, and nods to Grantaire before he leaves.