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075. Shade
By Elizabeth Odessky
"It isn't kind to laugh, Miss Elphie."
Elphaba let forth another cackle at the furious look on her roommate's face.
"I wouldn't laugh at you," the blonde muttered, her dejected look only amusing Elphaba further.
"Did you not remember sun balm?"
Glinda snorted. "What does it look like?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"
The shorter girl just glared at her as she flopped down onto an empty armchair and hopped back up again with a yelp, complaining under her breath about the evils of sunlight. About to reprimand Elphaba for the laughter she knew was coming, Glinda looked up, startled to find the other girl but a foot away, a jar of balm in her hands.
Pushing the ointment into the blonde's hands, Elphaba leaned forward and pressed her lips to Glinda's for a short moment before pulling back.
"Stay in the shade next time, my sweet."