13?
13.
"Is that a serious question?" Ian raised an eyebrow. "Because... no. You don't look crazy, but that's very different form whether or not you actually are crazy."
"Oh... wait, do you think I'm crazy?" Cynthia asked, looking up at him with a questioning look.
Ian shrugged. "I guess we're both crazy to an extent. You're a rich girl tormented by an ancient evil that taught you how to bend reality, and I'm a literal half-demon that's somewhere on the spectrum, and who regularly gets into fights with things that humankind was not meant to comprehend." He explained, pausing to sip from his coffee mug. "Plus, given your choice of romantic partner, there's definitely something wrong upstairs."
"Oh Jesus, not this again. We get it, you don't like Edgar!" The shorter magician rolled her eyes at the comment.
"Oh don't me wrong, I actually like the guy. I just think it's funny that out of all the ones you could've picked to hop on, you went for the man that you'll picking out a retirement home for in the next five years!"
"He's barely even forty!" Cynthia exclaimed, tired of how many time she'd had this exact conversation in the past month alone. "Besides, it could be worse!"
Ian scoffed. "How could it possibly be worse?!"
"You've seen the villain with the robo-arms, right?" She asked. "Y'know, 'Doctor Phantasm'?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, her and Beatrix...," She motioned, banging her hands together a few times to illustrate her point. "Yeah. Worst part is that she thinks I haven't noticed yet."
Ian's jaw dropped. "You're kidding."
"I really wish I was."
The taller magician looked out, processing the new information. "So... all superheroes have issues, huh?"
"Yes, we do. Some of us even eat people."
"Okay, that was one time-!"
"Still a person."
