"I take deep personal offence to that, mi cabrĂ³n," Gabe replied, grinning wildly. "You might get the jump on me now days but I was totally shocking cool." They both knew it was kinda bullshit, he thought, they just both made the most outta what they had and while Miguel was older, Gabe had been given freedoms that Miguel never had. Miggy had always been and would always be the cooler brother out of the two of them.
Magic? Now that was something. He'd heard tales about magic, people who claimed to know sorcerors in hidden worlds through gates and portals. They knew Gods, for shock's sake, why couldn't magic be real? It just sounded fucking insane, right?
"The fuck you pull that from, Mig?" Gabe asked, bewildered. "You just have a magic crystal on your body because your wife's magic and she has too much of it?" He blinked. "Am I high still?"