>>6087133>>6087178>>6087207You decide to ask him about "the inking".
Ah, yes, "the inkling". The inkling is this... feeling you've had ever since you were young. This feeling that... the world will end sometime during your lifetime. By your estimate, in the next five or so years. You have no real idea if it's true, it's just... an inkling. You don't really remember when it started, but how much you actually believe in it has fluctuated over the years.
When you were in the third grade, on a day when you were particularly anxious about the inkling, you decided to go talk to the school counselor about it. Walking past, Mr. Bird overheard your conversation, and that day, after class, told you that... he had the exact same thing! Now, your estimates differ, him believing it'll happen much sooner than you do, but it's something you could relate to. Ever since then, he's been sort of a role model to you... the only one you really have.
"You have any visions today, kid?" he asks.
Sometimes you have visions of how the world might end. Mr. Bird believes that the only thing set in stone is the TIME the world will end, but with each passing day, as decisions are made, the how of it can be changed. Mr. Bird often talks about how the only way to survive the inevitable is to try and push humanity into a less disastrous apocalypse. Mr. Bird is hoping for a nuclear war.
You tell him that no, you have not had any visions.
"I had a couple. I think it might be a meteor if we don't try and move the Earth or somethin'. I know the government put giant rockets in the Earth's core to keep it spinnin', so I'm sure they could do it."
You ask him for advice about your parents.
"Advice? Kid, your dad is a crazy hippie schizo and your mom's a former professional blowie-giver. Sorry bud, the only advice I have is GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN! You know that. That sister of yours is sweet, though, take care of her."
You ask him what you should do instead of going home.
"Well... face it, kid, there ain't much to do in this town. You could go-kart!"
You tell him you already went go-karting.
"Oh. You could go to the Mathers' place. That little diner."
Ugh... that would be fun, but... fucking AJ. You could give it a chance, but you'd probably rather deal with your parents than fucking AJ Mathers, the world's biggest psycho with the world's smallest penis.
What now?
>Ask him for advice about Felino>Ask him for advice about girls>Ask him for advice about music>Ask to hear a song>Go home>Go to the diner>Something else 