[He grunts softly at the answer, gaze dropping as he folded his arms tightly across his chest. So Ichigo was stuck, too.

They could fight together, but he knew he'd been exposed to Aizen's zanpakuto, knew that he was just as likely to end up fighting Ichigo as Aizen if he tried to join in and he might never even know it. He couldn't take that risk.

He huffed out a sigh, shoulders sinking.]

Fine. And they look comfortable.

[And then he storms off to his own changing room to try on something else. This time it's an actual suit, slate gray with a white shirt and blue tie that matched his hair. It looked like it had literally been tailored to him.]