- Belle: Papa, do you think I'm...odd?
- Maurice: My daughter, odd? Now where would someone get an idea like that?
- Belle: oh gee Papa
- Belle: I dunno
- Belle: Maybe it's the fact that every time I go into town literally the entire fucking village, including the children and the fucking criminals, performs a perfectly synchronized, highly choreographed number about how much they all hate me and think I'm weird
- Belle: every fucking morning
- Belle: I just want to get some groceries Papa
I'm reading Bell Toll (an OtaYuri fic on ao3) and I'm crying so hard @ the last two chapters😭😭