There’s no graffiti like Broadway graffiti
I will never not reblog this omfg
I always roll my eyes when I see this, not because it’s immature or whatever, but because I think the answer should be obvious.
Plus, if you’ve read the book, it’s vaguely answered anyway.
"I can’t wait," running his hands along [Elphaba’s] ribs, down the tight plane of her stomach. She always brought [Fiyero’s] hands to her thin, expressive breasts; she would not be touched below the waist by hands. They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.