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

[futaille]

"Magnificent!" he calls out, volume diminishing a bit as he continues to roll downhill. The popping frenzy of the bubble wrap diminishes too as fewer unpopped bubbles are left throughout the roll. He finally slows to a stop at the bottom of the hill and sits up, laughing.

[vineleaves]

"How're the wings?" He yells down to his man-moth.

[futaille]

"Sadly ungrown, it seems!"

[vineleaves]

"A shame. How're the bubbles?"

[futaille]

"Mostly popped, I fear." He pokes at a couple. "But not all!"

[vineleaves]

"Did they move the rocks?"

[futaille]

"If there were any, the bubbles took the brunt of their wrath."

[vineleaves]

"They were moved because you're the favorite," he says under his breath, where Grantaire won't be able to hear him all the way down at the bottom of the hill. "Come back, I miss you already!" he yells down.

[futaille]

He climbs to his feet, brushing dirt and grass off his bubble wrap, and starts the climb back up the hill.

[vineleaves]

Once he's back up at the top, Dionysus gives him a big kiss. "How did it feel, fearless explorer?"

[futaille]

"I am a bit dizzy," he says immediately. "But not drunk dizzy."

[vineleaves]

"We can fix that, if you want." Dionysus is fine not getting a turn rolling down the hill, he would much prefer to go get drunk with his beloved.

[futaille]

"Oh, absolutely."

[vineleaves]

He starts helping Grantaire get the now-deflated bubble wrap off, setting all the pieces in a neat little pile. "Wonderful! I was hoping you'd be up for that."

[futaille]

He laughs as he peels off bubble wrap. "I dare you to find a time when I wouldn't be."

[vineleaves]

"Fair enough," he laughs and kisses Grantaire. He uses another vine to wrap up all of the discarded bubble wrap so it's easier to carry. "We still have plenty left in case we think of something else to do with it later," he says, picking up the rest of the roll.

[futaille]

Grantaire grabs the bundle of discarded bubble wrap so that Dionysus doesn't have to carry it all. "Excellent."

[vineleaves]

"Shall we go to one of the bars, or do you want to go to one of our rooms?"

[futaille]

He shrugs. "Wherever you'd like!"

[vineleaves]

"Let's go to one of our rooms, they're closer." Are they? Who knows.

[futaille]

"Yours, then. It's nicer."

[vineleaves]

"It has more pillows, but I don't know that that makes it nicer. But either way, my room's fine."

[futaille]

"No, it's definitely nicer. Smells good."

[vineleaves]

"Aww, I'm glad you think so. It's because of the candles."

[futaille]

"You have excellent taste in candles. Or, I suppose, excellent scent in candles. I imagine that most candles taste like wax regardless."