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"Miss Galinda, I shall purchase you a muzzle for Lurlinemas seeing as you haven't control of your mouth." Elphaba shifted the flat of her back to the wall parallel to her. Her teeth clenched tightly while eying her blond roommate warily and somewhat curiously. What in Oz name was the blond's motive?
"Well, Miss Elphaba, I sense the gift of a sharpener is unnecessary now; your tongue has quite the point!" Retorted Galinda, arms waving about the place unceremoniously. "Your dry sarcasm always appears to win the best of you! Why is it?"
"Why is what?" Eyebrows raised and a lowered resting location of glasses on a verdant nose indicated the distraught Elphaba found herself in.
"Why is it? Your sarcasm." Galinda stilled the swaying lock of ankles and army-crawled on her forearms closer to the edge of her bed as she clarified.
"My sarcasm?" A shrill cackle escaped emerald lips, but ceased at the expression etched on the blond's features. She was serious. Sighing, Elphaba lifted from the wall to level with her roommate's gaze. "The purpose of my sarcasm is the question you wish answered, right? Ah, so be it. Satire is an attribute for me. An element of myself, if you will. Believe it to be the phantom giddiness that envelops you. In my being, it is sarcasm." Elphaba explained, a stoic look engulfing her face.
"I suppose it relates, Miss Elphaba. I trust you know of what you speak of..." Galinda trailed, obviously concerned of something or another of sorts.
"What is it, Miss Galinda?" Elphaba asked, genuinely worried for the blond. The lack thereof a friendship between them lingered, but it didn't serve as an adequate or reliable excuse for ignorance.
"Thoughts consume me, Miss Elphaba. Thoughts of us. What are we entirely? Acquaintances yes, but have yet to cross the threshold of budding friendship. What are we?" Galinda queried, a vacant, but furthermore, distinct glint in her eyes.
"What do you propose us to be, Miss Galinda?"
"If we were to drop the honorifics, I would imagine us associates." Galinda pondered, a light tap of a manicured nail on a porcelain chin.
"Then associates we shall be. What of the idea mutual associates? After all, we agree the the term." Elphaba tried, a smirk capturing thin lips.
"Yes, of course. Mutual associates." Galinda smiled, confirming their relationship's term. "Miss Elphaba, you weren't satirical." A smirk teased the corners of a dainty mouth with knowing.
"And what if I was?"