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Yet it prickles at the back of his mind, the urge to move to the club music. The blond frowns, wondering why his body feels the need to express something completely opposed to what he is feeling.

He initially only came here to meet someone, slap the information onto their Coil, and get out before someone recognized him and potentially start a fight right there. The transfer goes without problems as usual, the information broker's eyes scanning over the amount of money adding to an already ridiculous number on his account, and the 'client' goes on their merry way without a hitch.

But Noiz's nerves are buzzing with energy despite the reminder of his apathy to the stacks of cash at the bank. He briefly thinks about his parents, and how they must have even more than he himself does, and smiles wryly to himself before giving in to his body's urges.