[noiz has his hands shoved in his pockets, head tilted to the side ever-so-slightly to emit a i really don't give a fuck attitude. hé míng's joke is barely noted, if at all, and the only response that he'll get from noiz is a dissatisfied:]
Whatever.
[his next move is to wander towards the computers to check them out, one hand absentmindedly brushing over one of the keyboards. they seemed to be in good shape, but he really can't tell until he's logged in. supposedly, the product is top-notch, and they need to be because of the jobs, but noiz can't trust what anyone has said about a computer until he's touched it.]
no subject
Whatever.
[his next move is to wander towards the computers to check them out, one hand absentmindedly brushing over one of the keyboards. they seemed to be in good shape, but he really can't tell until he's logged in. supposedly, the product is top-notch, and they need to be because of the jobs, but noiz can't trust what anyone has said about a computer until he's touched it.]