Oh yeah, he knows it's gross. To humans, at least. He doesn't personally think it's disgusting or anything of the sort. It was just a means to an end!
But you don't live your entire life inside a human boy and not pick up on general mannerisms and thoughts.
The shaking, though, is all the stimulus Zangetsu needs to lose the composure he has left. His knees crumple beneath him and he lands hard on the shifting ground. He hacks and coughs and sounds like he's trying to bring up a lung-- and indeed, he spits out a massive amount of blue-black blood and a little bit of bright blue tissue of unknown origin. When he catches his breath, he grabs Childermass' pant leg from his position on the ground.
"... S-sorry... he got me pretty good, and using that thing takes a lot out of me... I ain't got a lot of time" The edges of his pants and his feet seem to turn black and smolder like embers, slowly flaking away into nothing. The embers make their way slowly up his body, consuming him. He speaks quickly with shallow breaths. "I'm not gonna be able to maintain this form much longer. I need you to bring me to Ichigo. He looks just like me -- except his hair is orange like a dandelion and he scowls a lot. Or..." Crap, the burning has taken his body up to his chest, now. "Stab my sword form into one of the servants that you... heh... don't like. I can eat that way and recover. I--"
He is wracked by coughing again and spits up more blood. He moves to cover his mouth, but his hand is flaking away now, too.
"Gck... sorry, Boss. I have to rest now..."
Quickly, the embers consume him like a singed piece of paper, leaving behind nothing but his sword which was on his back, which clatters onto the shifting stones loudly with its support gone. It momentarily pulses with black and red flame before going dormant.
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But you don't live your entire life inside a human boy and not pick up on general mannerisms and thoughts.
The shaking, though, is all the stimulus Zangetsu needs to lose the composure he has left. His knees crumple beneath him and he lands hard on the shifting ground. He hacks and coughs and sounds like he's trying to bring up a lung-- and indeed, he spits out a massive amount of blue-black blood and a little bit of bright blue tissue of unknown origin. When he catches his breath, he grabs Childermass' pant leg from his position on the ground.
"... S-sorry... he got me pretty good, and using that thing takes a lot out of me... I ain't got a lot of time" The edges of his pants and his feet seem to turn black and smolder like embers, slowly flaking away into nothing. The embers make their way slowly up his body, consuming him. He speaks quickly with shallow breaths. "I'm not gonna be able to maintain this form much longer. I need you to bring me to Ichigo. He looks just like me -- except his hair is orange like a dandelion and he scowls a lot. Or..." Crap, the burning has taken his body up to his chest, now. "Stab my sword form into one of the servants that you... heh... don't like. I can eat that way and recover. I--"
He is wracked by coughing again and spits up more blood. He moves to cover his mouth, but his hand is flaking away now, too.
"Gck... sorry, Boss. I have to rest now..."
Quickly, the embers consume him like a singed piece of paper, leaving behind nothing but his sword which was on his back, which clatters onto the shifting stones loudly with its support gone. It momentarily pulses with black and red flame before going dormant.