The first thing Quirin came face to face to when he reached the basement was smoke and a lot of it. Fanning it away from his face irritation clouded over the man's features, He stormed down the stairs gloved fists at his side.
"Varian!". Quirin barked. "What is going on down here?!".
"Da..er Quirin". Varian stammered taking off his goggles stepping away from one of his experiments. "What's going on?" He rubbed th back of his neck.
"What's going on indeed". Quirin raised an eyebrow at his son. "Why is my house full of smoke?".
"Ahh well you see..".
"Yes?"
"I was working on a experiment and I kind of miscalculated. And maybe sort of blew a hole in the wall". Varian looked sheepish.
"Varian". The man pinched the bridge of his nose. 'How many times do I have to tell you if you're going to do experiments to let me know ahead of time". He crossed his arms. "We have a room for that sort of thing".
Varian glanced down at his feet kicking his foot gently to the ground.
"You've been so busy lately. I didn't want to bother you with my petty problems".
Quirin gazed down at his son eyes watching him like steel making Varian uncomfortable. With a irritated sigh he knelt next to his nervous son.
"Rolling his eyes as Varian gazed t him with uncertainty.
"So dramatic". Quirin grumbled. "Look kid, if it's about doing experiments and needing a place where you wont blow up my house. Ask me anytime. Anything else. You're on your own".
Quirin turned to go his Cape blowing behind him.
"I need to run a few places. Try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone. And keep the house in one piece".
Watching his father go upstairs, the Alchemist let out a tired sigh, rubbing at his eyes with a yawn.
"Well…back to work". He mumbled.