[Earlier this evening, Nick asked if Hancock was into vanilla and, by all accounts, set himself up for the wry look his paramour shot him. This question gets a cocked eyebrow from Nick and a huff of a laugh. His wits are working much quicker than they had been, what with all the liquid cooling happening.]
Am I good at multitasking?
[Asked the synth who was currently running no less than a thousand separate tasks through his CPU. He supposed that there was some nuance to be had in answering--his ability to multitask was directly inverse to how much of his attention Hancock was actively hoarding--but that's not what the ghoul means.]
Depends. [Nick's wry look goes openly curious as he comfortably lets the heat in him dissipate. His fans cut off, mid-sentence, because they're not necessary.] What've you got in mind?
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Am I good at multitasking?
[Asked the synth who was currently running no less than a thousand separate tasks through his CPU. He supposed that there was some nuance to be had in answering--his ability to multitask was directly inverse to how much of his attention Hancock was actively hoarding--but that's not what the ghoul means.]
Depends. [Nick's wry look goes openly curious as he comfortably lets the heat in him dissipate. His fans cut off, mid-sentence, because they're not necessary.] What've you got in mind?