"—give us fifteen minutes!"

"...us? Yevon help me, be quick about it!"

Edmund snorts. "Sorry, he's very charming!" he calls back.

Fortunately the showersphere chooses that moment to evaporate, and he can start getting dressed. He dresses his erection to the side, not hiding it per se but not accentuating it either.

"Oh I was about to tell you the magic water is good for teeth, too. Well, there's the last sphere there still," ah there's the loanword Al Bhed used for these, it literally just means 'sphere', "and more to the point do you mind if I jerk off, I'm going to be uncomfortably horny all day if I don't and my choice of attire is less good than yours at keeping it subtle."

"You know, I'd been thinking we should try that as an intermediate step between gazing lustfully at each other and melting my brain. Which is to say I don't mind at all. Do you mind me watching?"

"Certainly not." He'll even make a show of it.

First get rid of the dumb skirt, though, and then—actually he has no reason to do this while showering and wasting the sphere's duration. Instead what he does is spread his legs to give Edmund a full view, leaning back on one hand while he starts touching himself. He can make this last a bit; Zei is not good at making pretty noises, to his continued chagrin, but he can display himself to best advantage and play with himself while his breath gets heavier and more ragged.

Edmund rubs himself through his trousers absently, not enough for anything to come of it but enough to keep himself hard and prolong his enjoyment.

Zei did promise Wakka they'd be out in fifteen minutes so although he's not going as fast as he can he's still pacing himself up. He starts thrusting into his hand and leans his head back, closing his eyes and lowering himself onto his back elbow so that he can use his other hand to play with his nipple. He speeds up, and a few involuntary moans and groans escape his throat, until he finally shoots with a low grunt, his back and ass arching up and freezing for a handful of seconds while his spurts come out and splatter onto his chest and stomach one after another.

Then he slowly slumps back down onto the mattress and opens his eyes, grinning lazily at Edmund. "This is a lot more fun with an audience," he says.

"I would think so," Edmund says with a grin of his own, still massaging himself. "It was a good show."

He runs a finger along one of the lines of shoot on his abs then pops it into his mouth to lick it clean, keeping eye contact. "I will be happy to provide more of these in the future." Hyup off the bed. "But for now we should get going, we have a jungle to traverse and an aeon to acquire." Showerwards!

"I'll look forward to it," Edmund says to the promise of further shows.

He catches a mouthful of the shower water for the sake of oral hygiene, then sheathes Oni-Goroshi at his waist and heads out to investigate the possibility of breakfast. And the additional possibility of awkward conversations with Lulu and/or Wakka.

The main lobby of the inn has a handful of small tables, one of which is occupied by Zei's party.

Or, well, two of the chairs are occupied; the lion dude is just standing by the wall, arms folded, looking very body guard-ish.

The table does have what looks to be some form of breakfast, bread and butter and milk of some kind and some fruit. Most of it has been eaten, but enough food for two is still available there.

When Wakka spots Edmund he says, "Done already? —wait, you don't speak this, do ya, uh..."

"I do now! Because of magic!"

Edmund sits down. "Food, good." He starts loading up a plate. "Just checking, I am remembering your names correctly? Lulu, Wakka, um - Kimahri?"

"Yes," is all Lulu says. She seems to be... not exactly glaring but not exactly not glaring either. Perhaps it's a "trying to figure him out" kind of look. The kind of look that pierces through souls.

"He gonna take much longer?"

Edmund starts buttering a roll. "Shouldn't, he was starting a sphere as I left. Lulu, are you by any chance staring into my soul in order to determine if I'm an appropriate mate for your precious boy? Because if so I'd like a chance to defend myself verbally, rather than relying entirely on my incommunicable aura."

She rolls her eyes. "He can take care of himself."

"But we wanna know what your deal is," says Wakka, leaning onto the table. His turn to stare at Edmund, although he is much less good than Lulu at this and instead looks like he's just kinda squinting. "You half-Al Bhed too?" he asks, making sure to lower his voice. "Wait, no, he got you the book, didn't he?"

"Ah, right, the exposition was delivered in a private conversation... I'm not any part Al Bhed, I'm Oriathan born and raised. Which is to say I am from another world entirely. My proof of this comes mostly in the form of having a talking sword."

"Am I a party trick now, Exile?"

"Weren't you always? - anyway, I have no personal connection to the Al Bhed but I'm afraid that doesn't mean I'm not a heretic."

"Please don't say that out loud," says an arriving Zei with long-suffering amusement.

"...he have your sense of humour, eh?" Wakka asks Zei.