‘ 𝐭͟𝐡͟𝐫͟𝐨͟𝐩͟𝐩͟.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ‘ 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐, ⠀⠀ ... 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

Does he mind company? She’s trying to… get away for a moment, quite overwhelmed by the load of homework (a 𝙡𝙞𝙚, a poor one at that).

He has the floor. What would he like to talk about?

When hasn’t it been? Aside from the times when his voice was like nails on a chalkboard to her, but only because of her misplaced dislike for him. Obviously she doesn’t feel that way anymore.

Oh, how excellent! It’s pink, her favorite color. Why doesn’t she come inside and put her backpack away? They can make lunch.

He should speak, he should speak quite frequently for it makes her happy to hear his voice. He wouldn’t deprive her of such a gift, would he?

What’s this urgent news, dearling?

Setting her satchel on @DANCEDlNLIFE’s feathered bed, Elphaba withdraws her pouch of pencils and her spiral notebook, ready to start her essay on animal cruelty.

Securing a pillow in the middle of the floor, she takes a retreating step, gesturing with a flaunt of her wrist for him to continue.

“After I realized you had a taste for poetry, I thought there’d be no one better who would appreciate it as much as I do.” Her voice is low, lifting above a whisper. He had surprised her that day (each day, really), reciting her favorite poem off of memory. Where did he learn it?

Is there ever a time where Oz isn’t so uncharacteristically chirpy? It’s giving her a prick in the temple.