Joly, ‘Chetta and Bossuet call R “kid” because they have adopted him. That’s it. He’s their adopted child. *wipes tears away*

grantaire-the-drunken-artist:

just-french-me-up:

Musichetta : Be careful with your diet, love, bad cholesterol runs in the family

Grantaire : Why does that matter? I’m adopted!

Bossuet, slamming his fist against the fridge : What? Oh my God! Who told you?

Grantaire: Bossuet, I’m older than you..

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