Kalysto snorted. “Har har.” He clicked his heels into the sides of his Dreadsteed and began to walk it backwards across the platform. When the Zepplin docked into the station, he guided the horse onto it, still walking it backwards. A small amused smirk crossed his face, until he realized that four others on the ship were staring at him.
He reached behind to grab at the hood of his robe, pulling it over his head, scowling ahead of himself.
“What are you staring at. Get out of here before I melt your face off.”
General Sephiroth shook his head and sighed. “You want to see how much I can drink? How could this possibly end well for anyone involved?”