Those are the types of places or offices that have integrated into our technological society. Since these days we are more comfortable in an environment that is more digital and such, it is more than likely that the majority of buildings are like this as well. It serves the purpose of the jobs of people and makes us more efficient in working. Have we talked about this too much yet? Jesus, this is a headache. Anyway, here you go with Full Virtualized IT Environment.
You did great. A familiar voice spoke to her in her earpiece. Her back shivered at his voice and his praise and she would have smiled if she also did not feel apathetic. What ever happened to her emotions? Why did she feel nothing right now as she watched everything she loved burn?
His eyes were drawn to his tonfa wielding hand. He had stopped moving just as Kira seemed to stiffen beside him. No, was her soft whisper. He could not tell if she was telling that to herself or to him. His mind was reeling from what he is seeing.
You are. The albino answered bluntly with a laugh before purring right into her ear. But it will not matter in the end. If you do this. He paused, making sure that she was listening to him properly. She was. She could not stop herself from ever wanting to hear his voice even if she wanted to. But the thing is, she really does not want to.
Yumi hated him. She hated him with every fiber of her being. All her life, her ultimate goal has been about killing him in cold blood. She swore that had been her goal the entire time so she was more than baffled that it suddenly changed. That she is suddenly working for him like all those years ago.
I am fine. He told her in a soft voice he did not know he was capable of giving. He hid his bitten hand away from her view and looked at her in the eyes. I am fine. He tried to make his voice sound cold or strong or maybe even indifferent. Because above all else, that was the kind of person his family needed.
The red head tried to find a sense of remorse or guilt within herself. A last resort to fighting Byakuran back. But all she could register was the prospect of being back in Byakurans arms. It has been so long since he wrapped his arms around her. She missed him, she realized. Missed him enough that it hurt. What was wrong with her?
Is that it? Yumi is not sure. I will be there. The red head whispered into the piece, hands clenched into fists. Byakuran. She could not stop herself from putting in a tone of affection at the mention of his name on her lips. How disgusting.
Nothing Matters. Yumi watched it all burn from a distance. It was a bit surreal. This little camp had been her home for a year and seeing it get destroyed right in front of her eyes was terrible? But she does not feel terrible. Nor was she angry. Not even horrified. She was relieved? Why was she relieved? Was this not her home? The place she and her friends treated as their own sanctuary? It hardly made any sense to her.
You did great. A familiar voice spoke to her in her earpiece. Her back shivered at his voice and his praise and she would have smiled if she also did not feel apathetic. What ever happened to her emotions? Why did she feel nothing right now as she watched everything she loved burn?
His eyes were drawn to his tonfa wielding hand. He had stopped moving just as Kira seemed to stiffen beside him. No, was her soft whisper. He could not tell if she was telling that to herself or to him. His mind was reeling from what he is seeing.
You are. The albino answered bluntly with a laugh before purring right into her ear. But it will not matter in the end. If you do this. He paused, making sure that she was listening to him properly. She was. She could not stop herself from ever wanting to hear his voice even if she wanted to. But the thing is, she really does not want to.
Yumi hated him. She hated him with every fiber of her being. All her life, her ultimate goal has been about killing him in cold blood. She swore that had been her goal the entire time so she was more than baffled that it suddenly changed. That she is suddenly working for him like all those years ago.
I am fine. He told her in a soft voice he did not know he was capable of giving. He hid his bitten hand away from her view and looked at her in the eyes. I am fine. He tried to make his voice sound cold or strong or maybe even indifferent. Because above all else, that was the kind of person his family needed.
The red head tried to find a sense of remorse or guilt within herself. A last resort to fighting Byakuran back. But all she could register was the prospect of being back in Byakurans arms. It has been so long since he wrapped his arms around her. She missed him, she realized. Missed him enough that it hurt. What was wrong with her?
Is that it? Yumi is not sure. I will be there. The red head whispered into the piece, hands clenched into fists. Byakuran. She could not stop herself from putting in a tone of affection at the mention of his name on her lips. How disgusting.
Nothing Matters. Yumi watched it all burn from a distance. It was a bit surreal. This little camp had been her home for a year and seeing it get destroyed right in front of her eyes was terrible? But she does not feel terrible. Nor was she angry. Not even horrified. She was relieved? Why was she relieved? Was this not her home? The place she and her friends treated as their own sanctuary? It hardly made any sense to her.
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