Monke and Partnerships

"Wait, magic is real on Earth?" Drake got up from bed the moment he heard the terms "Magic exists" and "Earth" in one sentence. "Holy shit… What kind?"

"That, I have no idea about yet." I cupped my chin as my ass sat comfortably on the couch near Drake's bed. As for why there's a couch in Drake's bedroom, why the hell not? "But from what Catalina said about her… espionage sessions… There was something about slinking into the shadows, and possible teleportation, as well as divination."

"…Damn, the common folks have been missing out. But that's probably for the best." Drake sighed. "Think about it. With the world as it is, you think the appearance of magic would benefit human society as a whole, but noooo… Bunch of assholes and idiots up top might as well push for a new world war, because reasons."

My fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest, I leaned on the backrest as I savored the comfort of the couch.