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]

"Ah, a cure-all!"

[vineleaves]

"Yep!" He takes another sip. "Are you feeling cured yet?"

[futaille]

"All my ills have vanished." He takes another drink.

[vineleaves]

"Oh wonderful, it's working then," he laughs.

[futaille]

He polishes the drink off and sets the glass down. "If only all medicine was made with wine."

[vineleaves]

"I could become a doctor."

[futaille]

"I have no complaints about your bedside manner."

[vineleaves]

“Well that’s good to hear. I would hate to find out I have an unsatisfied patient. Do you want more kykeon or something else?”

[futaille]

He grins. "Let me try the other variety."

[vineleaves]

“Coming right up!” He picks up Grantaire’s glass and as he hands it back over it refills.

[futaille]

He has a sip of his new drink. "It doesn't taste that much different."

[vineleaves]

“Yeah, the taste is about the same.”

[futaille]

He nods. "Just the effect." Another sip. "I'm curious about something."

[vineleaves]

“Yes?” Dionysus takes a sip of his own, though his drink is still the first version.

[futaille]

Grantaire takes another drink. "So you're the god of drama and you know when plays are being performed. Do you know when they're being written?"

[vineleaves]

"I don't know until it starts being prepared for performance. So, not until rehearsals start." He shrugs and laughs. "I didn't make the rules. You should stop sitting up there," on the arm of the sofa, that is, "and sit down here with me."

[futaille]

He promptly slips off of the sofa arm onto the sofa itself. "So writing a terrible play is not a secret way to slip you vulgar messages. Noted."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus bursts into laughter. He isn't sure what he was expecting for the reason behind that question, but it wasn't that. "No, but you could always just secretly perform it and that would work." He gives Grantaire a kiss on the cheek. "I miss texting. In the time I'm from everyone has phones -- little devices you can use to either actually talk to someone, y'know, vocally, or you can write ... basically instantly delivered letters to them. You can also send pictures."

[futaille]

"Oh, I can think of several ways that might come in handy... Would the performance need an audience? And if so, would Jared qualify?"

[vineleaves]

"I think Jared would be an excellent audience." Which is to say, no, it would not need an audience.

[futaille]

Grantaire grins a grin that is particularly impish, even for him. "Excellent. Good to know."

[vineleaves]

"I eagerly await your performances, love," he says before kissing Grantaire.

[futaille]

He smiles and kisses back. A brief pause. "Did you know that you're glowing?"

[vineleaves]

"I thought I might be. What color?"

[futaille]

"So many colors," he says seriously, taking another sip of his drink.