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]

"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.

[futaille]

"It will be done, then. Thank you for your indulgence."

[sagramore]

Sagramore bows, and hands him the bottle of wet durian ash.

[futaille]

He takes the bottle gratefully. "Time to redecorate the door, I think."

[sagramore]

"I'll come along and chaperone."

[futaille]

"Let's go. You can help me design, too."

[sagramore]

Sagramore affects a flustered air. "Oh-- me? I'm merely an art supplier -- I've never dabbled."

[futaille]

"Then I'm more than happy to provide you with the opportunity to let you stretch your wings and bring your visions to life."

[sagramore]

"It seems... is it gauche to use my own inventory? Gracious, it's just such an astonishing opportunity--"

[futaille]

"Sir, I think that after all this time in the profession, you've more than earned it."

[sagramore]

"Well, if you're certain, then perhaps I'll try my hand."