[X] get your ARMS from the trunk, then use them to clean the ICING in your desk.
First things first, you decide to get your ARMS. Thankfully, you had moved the CAKE that had rested on your TRUNK earlier, so you were able to open your trunk easily.
Inside were your FAKE ARMS! You had only just received them today, actually. One of your friends had sent them to you as an IRONIC GIFT. You CAPTCHALOGUE them in your SYLLADEX. You have a feeling you should know what these words mean. Eh, you'll probably figure it out along the way. There are also some other things in the trunk, but those can wait for now!
You rush over to the desk and use the FAKE ARMS to wipe the ICING off the desk without getting your hands dirty, then stow the FROSTED ARMS back into your SYLLADEX.
[x] => EXAMINE CONTENTS OF DESK
With the ICING cleared, you are able to examine the POSTER your father got you.
Hm. On closer inspection, it looks like the poster wasn't all there was! There's a note behind the poster. You read it.
Happy Birthday, Taylor.
I am so proud of you.
This note is rich with the aromas of SALTWATER AND SWEAT. It must have been written by your father. The POSTER is doubtlessly from him as well, but until you put it up, you'll have no idea what it is a poster of. Now that you think about it, there is a blank spot on your wall next to your ALEXANDRIA POSTER that you've been meaning to fill.
[X] => EXAMINE ARMS
They're arms all right. At the moment, they're lightly frosted, and their rubbery taste now likely has hints of strawberry. You are not in the mood to confirm this. For many reasons.
[x] => RUMINATE ABOUT FATHER FIGURE
You sigh as you think about your FATHER. He is really going overboard on all of this, huh. You'll be honest, as tired as you are of cakes, you're glad to see your dad like this. He's been moping around a lot, ever since…
[X] => RUMINATE ABOUT MOTHER FIGURE
Ever since mom died.
The mere thought starts bringing back painful memories of the accident. A tipping truck. A poorly timed text. A rampaging HOOKWOLF.
You don't like thinking about it.
[X] Dive into cakes
You shudder at the mere thought. You have had enough cakes. You do not want to eat them, and you definitely don't want to dive into them.
But the frosting… it beckons…
No! You have more important matters. Like, for example…
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