>>6085670>>6085857>>6085932You begin to wander, soon finding yourself lost. And, as you usually do when you're lost, you seek out guidance from your old third-grade music teacher, Mr. Bird. He's homeless now, ever since he got fired for throwing a chair at one of the kids, but he's an alright guy and the only person you really have who can give you real adult advice. He's also the only one who knows about what he calls "the inkling"... In the current day, Mr. Bird is dead, but that doesn't matter right now.
He sits in an alley (as usual) behind some cheap coffee shop. Hanging on the wall is a poster for that event your sister is going to in the next few days. She's pretty excited about it.
As usual, in Mr. Bird's arms is a kookinhoggin, a two-stringed instrument he invented, and was never able to sell. He looks up at you, at first confused, but when he realizes it's you, he chuckles.
"Hey, kid. Back for more advice? Or do you wanna talk about 'the inkling'?"
You nod.
"Alright, what's troublin' you now?"
>Ask him what you should do instead of going home>Ask him for advice about Felino>Ask him for advice about girls>Ask him for advice about music>Ask to hear a song>Ask him for advice about your parents>Ask him about "the inkling" again>Something else 