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If anyone had been passing by the popcorn room, they would have heard the popping sound that usually accompanied a student abandoning popcorn kernaeldom. Inside, a very thin man with black hair lifted his hand up to his eye level and peered at it suspiciously. What appeared to be butter dripped off his finger, and a curious lick revealed that yes, L was covered in butter. It was on his shirt, which had been white at one point but was now a light shade of yellow, and it dripped off the hems of his jeans onto his bare feet. He had butter between his toes.
"......Why butter? Why can't it be frosting?"
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Date: 2007-07-08 03:27 am (UTC)"So that's what that room is for..." he muttered, making a note and generally not paying much attention to the lad.
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Date: 2007-07-08 03:55 am (UTC)Really, not poking his fingers through the beams of light was a show of restraint.
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-08 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-08 08:48 pm (UTC)"Be careful. Dropping your possessions in this hallway would not be pleasant."