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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[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."

[futaille]

"Durian innards are less flammable than one might assume, it seems." He takes another swig of the vodka before pouring the rest over the smoldering canvas.

[sagramore]

"Well, I, for one, have complaints that I will lodging with God."

[futaille]

The flames do pick up at the addition of more alcohol. "I think we'll have satisfactory ash, at least, after this burns out."

[sagramore]

"I hope so. We have a door to paint, after all."

[futaille]

"And a magnificent painting it will be. Everyone will be awed by it."

[sagramore]

"Absolutely. Floored. Doored?"

[futaille]

"I am getting the sense of a pun that doesn't work for me, alas. But I imagine it to be riotously funny."

[sagramore]

"Yes, please laugh uproariously."

[futaille]

He promptly bursts into delighted laughter.

[sagramore]

"More! Give me more."

[futaille]

He laughs even harder, then, leaning against Sagramore a little.

[sagramore]

"I love thee," Sagramore says, planting a kiss on the top of his head. "And thy wild laugh."

[futaille]

Grantaire grins a bit wryly. "Ah, yes, I am wild."

[sagramore]

"Mad as they come."