Zico's eyes widened, his flaring anger quenched by the deathly touch of her soft lips on his. He let out a small gasp, wisps of breathe slithering out from his parted mouth as the metal harpoon whizzed by, nearly taking off his head.. He was shocked, outrageously stunned...by that sudden act of proclaimed love from a girl he just barely met. Why, he hadn't even asked for her name and yet she had graced him with an overly intimate expression. For a moment, his eyes glazed over, his body relaxed, and his heartbeat slowed. Is this what it feels like to irresistibly desired by? Is this the feeling that one achieves after knowing he has claimed the heart of a young, innocent maiden? Zico sighed softly, not even noticing that the young girl was walking away, his fingers brushing against his prickling lips, the numbing already spreading over his mouth and down his ne--
Wait.
Zico whirled around, his eyes bulging as the girl disappeared yet again from his sight. He tried letting out a scream of frustration but what came out was a gurgling mess that sounded like a baby drowning in it's drool. Not knowing what to do, he instinctively ran, right back into the maze of alleyways from where he came from, gurgling in a panicky manner as he does so.
By the time he reached the original location of the gathered adventurers and the victimized girl, the paralyzing agent had already numbed his whole body save his pair of legs. He ran- actually, more like wobbled - towards the group, his lopsided head rolling about his neck, his flailing arms trailing at his sides like flimsy rope. He gave one last gurgle before the poison caught up to his legs, and he tripped, face first onto the dirt, the momentum skidding his body to the boots of young Celosia and company.
