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?"