Heat was wandering about the city - Yokohama - Trying to find other contestants for the Groovetron competition. After eventually growing a bit mentally and physically tired, due to still being only a month out of the hospital from the crash. He wasn't used to walking about again, to being active; even though he'd been breakdancing against other contestants.

With a sigh, the ginger leaned back against the brick wall of a karaoke bar in downtown Yokohama, reaching up with one hand to take his beanie off, using the other to run his fingers back through his hair. He sure hoped that he'd win the Groovetron, he'd been practicing - well... At least as much as he could.

"Damn, Strike better show up.. I don't wanna wait around anymore, he's my last opponent for the day," he grumbled quietly to himself, not wanting to draw any awkward attention from passersby.