The tension and silence in the air chokes at Zelos along with his doubts and anxieties, the question of 'what are you gonna do once we get to Iselia?' repeating ad infinitum in his head. What can he do? The only thing he knows how to be so far is a lord. Maybe he could settle into politics, but-- yeah, right. Get out of politics to settle into politics, putting yourself out there in the map for anyone to come claim, and then Lloyd will pay the price for that. But what else is there? What does he do with himself anymore?
Grey clouds gather in the sky as they walk onwards, the temperatures dropping with the coming of rain. It'd be best if they weren't caught out here when it starts raining. So, resting at a town sounds like heaven right now, actually, and Zelos says so. In total silence, he follows behind Lloyd as they enter town, careful and alert, and keeps himself out of any prying eyes by pulling the hood of the cloak up over his head. Haircut or not, he wouldn't wanna risk it now, right?
With travel held at a standstill as it is, Lloyd manages to get them a room faster than it would've been otherwise. He pulls the hood off when they enter and gets to examining the room after setting down their things. Conserving money while passing through towns has been the top priority, so Zelos isn't surprised when their room only has one bed. Uncomfortable, perhaps, but not surprised. It's fine--he can scoot up to the edge if it need be.
Thunder roars outside, the rain finally breaking through and dropping in from above. Zelos walks over to the window to assess the damages, but something in the way catches his eye; a small mirror, dusty and aged, reflecting his ruby red hair in the low light. Short, ruby red hair, that is, looking choppy and uneven and hardly professional, but passable. It really only looks off if you actually focus on it, it seems. For his inexperience Lloyd sure did a pretty good job.
Zelos raises a hand to play with the tips of his bangs, admiring Lloyd's work, and snorts. "Hey, not bad," he says without turning around, but seeking Lloyd's figure in the reflection of the mirror, then tugging at his own bangs when Lloyd looks his way. "The haircut. It's good."
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Grey clouds gather in the sky as they walk onwards, the temperatures dropping with the coming of rain. It'd be best if they weren't caught out here when it starts raining. So, resting at a town sounds like heaven right now, actually, and Zelos says so. In total silence, he follows behind Lloyd as they enter town, careful and alert, and keeps himself out of any prying eyes by pulling the hood of the cloak up over his head. Haircut or not, he wouldn't wanna risk it now, right?
With travel held at a standstill as it is, Lloyd manages to get them a room faster than it would've been otherwise. He pulls the hood off when they enter and gets to examining the room after setting down their things. Conserving money while passing through towns has been the top priority, so Zelos isn't surprised when their room only has one bed. Uncomfortable, perhaps, but not surprised. It's fine--he can scoot up to the edge if it need be.
Thunder roars outside, the rain finally breaking through and dropping in from above. Zelos walks over to the window to assess the damages, but something in the way catches his eye; a small mirror, dusty and aged, reflecting his ruby red hair in the low light. Short, ruby red hair, that is, looking choppy and uneven and hardly professional, but passable. It really only looks off if you actually focus on it, it seems. For his inexperience Lloyd sure did a pretty good job.
Zelos raises a hand to play with the tips of his bangs, admiring Lloyd's work, and snorts. "Hey, not bad," he says without turning around, but seeking Lloyd's figure in the reflection of the mirror, then tugging at his own bangs when Lloyd looks his way. "The haircut. It's good."