Nate had adopted you a few weeks ago and you already got comfortable. Nate is already like your father and he’s good at it. He’s also quite famous at making music.

You were in the living room, watching Nate’s friend MatPat on the TV. Nate saw and had an idea. He snuck up behind you, and tickled you. “Rahah! I got you!” He chuckled, and picked you up, still tickling one.