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.

Comments

[sagramore]

"Christ, I wish I could hold a sword with my feet."

[futaille]

"I'm sure it would be possible to modify a sword to make it feasible. Although it would still be awkward."

[sagramore]

"Just imagine, though," dreamily. In front of them, the durian and canvas are slowly smoldering to ash -- slowly, because the smashed fruit is still pretty wet.

[futaille]

"That could be on our coat of arms. A foot wielding a sword."

[sagramore]

"Should the durian go on as well?"

[futaille]

"Of course. The outline of the durian could be behind it all, or perhaps the sword could be impaling the durian."

[sagramore]

"That's brilliant."

[futaille]

"It's a thought, anyway."

[sagramore]

"It's a good thought. Thou hast them."

[futaille]

He laughs. "Once in a while, yes."

[sagramore]

Sagramore aims a playful kick at him.

[futaille]

Grantaire laughs again and all but dances out of the way. "A valiant attempt."

[sagramore]

"I'll master it yet." And then, giving Grantaire a purposeful look, he adds, "Of course, I have thee mastered all right, have I not?"

[futaille]

"Oh, you know well you have."

[sagramore]

"That's what I thought."

[futaille]

"Your knowledge is bountiful as always."

[sagramore]

Sagramore, unable to quite help himself, leans over to kiss Grantaire fondly.

[futaille]

He kisses back, of course. "I wonder how many people might think our symbolic durian is a misshapen sun."

[sagramore]

A frown. "Well, that can't be allowed."

[futaille]

"I don't think it will be a particularly common occurrence, if that helps."

[sagramore]

"We'll have to make sure it's very obviously a durian."

[futaille]

"Yes, clearly. Make sure the spikes are properly spiky."

[sagramore]

"I think we can probably manage that, dost thou not?"

[futaille]

"It seems quite likely, as far as I'm concerned."

[sagramore]

"Pour the rest of that on the pyre, it's taking too long. We have art to do."