For a moment, Yukio peered down at the pink smoothie, swishing it around in the cup as the scent that found its way to his nose proved itself to be real before he tested the substance itself. As it met his lips, in texture and flavor, it was completely true.
"...Noah, something like this…You created it?" Yukio asked.
"Yeah," Noah casually answered, sitting on one of the black stools seated at the kitchen counter, "It took a lot out of me though. I still haven't been at full strength since creating it."
It was a feat on par with godhood to Yukio, something that surpassed the frightening awe of destruction and sat on a divine threshold of creation.
"So, this is what you meant then? If you have something like this…An isolated space of your own, there's no need to run," Yukio asked.
