Zack
took one look at his general, standing with arms
crossed in frustration, and doubled over in hysterical laughter.
Sephiroth just sighed, reaching back to jerk a lock of his long hair out of the
mouth of a nibbling chocobo. The damnable bird only 'wark'-ed grumpily and stretched out its neck to regain its prize.
He moved a defeated step to the right, only to have the mount from the next
stall over take notice of his pale mane, and reach out to get a beak-full on
his other side.
"... And now you know, Mr. Thomson, why I prefer to ride things with
wheels."
His friend unbent enough to gasp for breath only to look up, see his new
predicament and wail with mirth. Glaring at the man only seemed to make him
laugh harder.
Sephiroth freed himself with the abrupt application of fist-to-beak on the bird
to his left, and then again for the animal on his
right. He punched Zack as well on his way out of the stables, just on general
principles. It made him feel better, even if it didn’t completely stop the SOLDIER’s exhausted giggles.