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]

"All right, I see. You want to know whether I can collect your firstborn here, or whether I'll be left unpaid because I can't get out to Paris."

[futaille]

"Exactly. Of course, if it's firstborn at the mansion, that's easier to attend to, but that would also be negotiating on behalf of whoever the other parent proves to be as well, and that seems unjust."

[sagramore]

"'Whoever'? You've got absolutely no thoughts about who the other parent might be?"

Unfortunately, this train of thought immediately leads him to the single memory he has of, as Magnus so succinctly put it, Evil Twin Day, and he needs to move it to a different track immediately.

[futaille]

"I have no particular thoughts toward having children at all, in truth." It's hardly that he dislikes children, but he also very much does not consider himself parent material. "Which of course begs the question of what happens if there is no firstborn child, and you remain unpaid?"

[sagramore]

"That's a very good point," and a very good distraction. "What can we categorize as a child that isn't a child?"

[futaille]

"Art, I suppose, but the chance for the firstborn in that case is well out of reach. So I'd have to learn to create something that I haven't made before."

[sagramore]

"All right. List the arts you've engaged in."

[futaille]

"Sketching and painting, primarily. I've tried sculpture, but it's not precisely my forte."

[sagramore]

"All right, so that's three. What others are there?" Sagramore casts his gaze heavenward, thinking. "Embroidery?"

[futaille]

"I have certainly done no embroidery."

[sagramore]

"Have you any other suggestions? There's probably more art in the future."

[futaille]

"I suppose there's always cooking. At least involved cooking."

[sagramore]

"Absolutely not, I will not be eating your firstborn."

[futaille]

"That is a fair point. Hm. Weaving? Tailoring? Haberdashery?"

[sagramore]

"Haberdashery?"

[futaille]

"No, that just might as well be tailoring again. Maybe millinery."

[sagramore]

"Get ahold of yourself, man!"

[futaille]

He immediately reaches up and grabs hold of the top of his head with one hand.

[sagramore]

"Thank you. Now: you're going to craft me a firstborn child out of mixed materials, in exchange for the bottle I'm about to hand you."

[futaille]

"All right. When do I need to deliver the child to you?"

[sagramore]

"At your earliest convenience. Please make sure the pregnancy is an expeditious one."

[futaille]

"Certainly. Are there any specific requests or restrictions?"

[sagramore]

"It needs to look vaguely approximate to a baby."

[futaille]

"And should it be sized appropriately?"

[sagramore]

"I'd prefer that," he drawls, in his pretentious accent.