Walks past on the street.
As much as Varrick enjoyed being cooped up in his warehouse building things, he also knew he needed to get out and breathe. He didn’t want his angry fiancee breathing down his neck. She was scary when she was mad at him. So, with some reluctance, he pulled himself away from his work station and let himself out to walk around Republic City and clear his mind. The walk was completely uneventful. Just a bunch of strangers on the street and the occasional contact with a street vendor. Varrick sighed, totally and completely ready to go home and jump back into inventing things. He slumped over unprofessionally, and at the same time caught sight of a very familiar hair style out of the corner of his eye. That had him shooting upright again.
“ Tarou!” he exclaimed, a grin splitting across his face as he rushed after the young boy.
