Maybe? Just maybe? There's a glimmer of hope that Ichigo was breaking free of whatever it was the Prince has done to them.
.... Aaaaand it's gone. With his hands released, he balls them into fists by his face and barely manages to not scream aloud, instead making a "HRRRRRRRRRGGGGHNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH," type noise. He unballs his fists, his fingers now tipped in talons in his frustration, and digs them into his scalp.
"Dammit, Ichigo!! Why do you never listen to me when it really matters? Something... something is WRONG here!"
... Oh. He can have the burger! AWESOME! Time to---
NO. NO. STAY FOCUSED. Zangetsu holds his head and growls, pushing the fog away again.
Brainfog.
Wait. Brain.
Maybe he couldn't get through to Ichigo's brain, but maybe he could approach it from a different angle. He's definitely noticed that his partner's reiatsu is... gone, more or less. He reads as nothing more than your average human, just like the other guests. The Prince's doing as well, no doubt.
He reaches out suddenly, putting his clawed hand on Ichigo's chest and digging his claws in -- not enough to bleed, just enough to pinch. He sends a surge of familiar energy into Ichigo's body, dark and hot, and hopes that maybe that might do something.
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.... Aaaaand it's gone. With his hands released, he balls them into fists by his face and barely manages to not scream aloud, instead making a "HRRRRRRRRRGGGGHNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH," type noise. He unballs his fists, his fingers now tipped in talons in his frustration, and digs them into his scalp.
"Dammit, Ichigo!! Why do you never listen to me when it really matters? Something... something is WRONG here!"
... Oh. He can have the burger! AWESOME! Time to---
NO. NO. STAY FOCUSED. Zangetsu holds his head and growls, pushing the fog away again.
Brainfog.
Wait. Brain.
Maybe he couldn't get through to Ichigo's brain, but maybe he could approach it from a different angle. He's definitely noticed that his partner's reiatsu is... gone, more or less. He reads as nothing more than your average human, just like the other guests. The Prince's doing as well, no doubt.
He reaches out suddenly, putting his clawed hand on Ichigo's chest and digging his claws in -- not enough to bleed, just enough to pinch. He sends a surge of familiar energy into Ichigo's body, dark and hot, and hopes that maybe that might do something.