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Every once in a while, Wallas had to leave the heat of Chittentown for New Hemisect City. While Chittentown was an industrious city that was good at taking care of itself, some parts and bits and bobs were best bought elsewhere. Besides, it was nice to get out of the heat sometimes, even if it was where he was most comfortable. He knew a thing or two about having to get out of his comfort zone.

Speaking of which, one thing that he was never adequately prepared for was the recognition. Sometimes, he would be recognized from Superstar Authority and he wouldn't know what to do other than say "Yeah, hi, I'm Wallas Ziegel, thanks for watching me." He may have gained confidence from his tribulations, but he still felt compelled to be modest.

Modest also meant admitting that he had gotten some help making his robots dance. Most of it was programming assistance, but there were times when he just couldn't figure out how parts A and B worked together. Today, he was walking out of the workshop of one of his "colleagues" after giving a smaller robot he had made a much-needed tune-up. The 'bot was tucked safely under his arm; he'd meant to put it away in his backpack, but it had slipped his mind on his way out. Surely that wouldn't cause a problem down the road, would it?

Wallas stopped stark still when he heard someone call out. He turned around, and he wasn't exactly sure who had called out to him, if it was even to him. Eventually, he spotted the tealblooded girl with the drum; her covered eyes made it hard to tell where she was looking, but given how the few others there were seemed to be going about their business, he had to guess that she was looking towards him. Cautiously, he stepped closer to her. "Are you talking to me?" he asked, his tone innocently questioning. He didn't want to get in trouble if he was wrong, but he didn't want to seem like he was brushing her off if he was right, either.