Lloyd's gaze was fixated upon the woman before him. He watched as she stared at him without peeling her eyes off even if it was just a moment. How could he explain that he felt the same way?
Ever since she had stepped out of the chamber room, his mind had become restless. He just couldn't sit and do nothing like he had been doing since morning.
After a while of sitting still in boredom, he decided to attend the ball regardless of whatever punishment would be given to him later on.
And that was if he was caught. And he had no plans to flop this evening.
First, he applied a wine hair dye unto his head, painting the black hair to the roots, and after it had incorporated into his head for a while, he washed off the dye and dabbed his hair with a towel...
Lloyd picked up the scissors by the table and began to trim the ends of his hair. Then he ran his fingers along his hair, ruffling it in the process.