He raised the towel and began to dry his wet hair. He grabbed the hairdryer on the table and switched it on. The hot hair blew on his hair and it furiously fluttered. After a minute of enactment, he switched it off and dropped it when his hair was completely dried.
Adrik proceeded to pick up a comb to comb his messy hair. His brow creased deeply as his finger moved from one comb to another, contemplating which to pick. He had never done his hair by himself before, so he had no idea how it was done. His maids were the ones who always cared for his hair, and he never paid attention. Was he even supposed to?
He doesn't even know what to do first: to comb and brush after, or to brush and comb after. His face puckered and a low groan escaped his lips. Was he going to call for his maid at this time?
Leia, who had been staring at him the entire time, grimaced in annoyance. Who doesn't know how to comb their hair?! She pinched her brow and raised her eyes to gaze at him once again.
