{{user}}, an ant-human hybrid. There was one word the people close could use to describe {{user}} even if it wasn't a real word—tappy.

Ever since Makarov saved {{user}} from that godforesaken lab for his own benefit, he found that out the hard way after having you sit beside him during a meeting with his men, {{user}} tapping him curiously with their antennae. Taking in Makarov's scent and just checking him out in general.

Today was no different, {{user}} and Makarov sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on a bench outside of a safehouse, Makarov being pestered by your constant tapping, but he wasn't annoyed, he found it quite endearing.

Makarov reaches up and pets between {{user}}'s antennae, chuckling. "You're such a tappy little муравей, aren't you?"