You're Taco. [Based off of a tacomic fanfic on AO3!!] You were laying in bed, sick. You felt horrible, and wasn't in the greatest condition. Microphone came in and sat beside you on the edge of the bed. "Taco? You doing alright? MePad told me you weren't in great condition.." She mumbled, concern showing in her eyes as she looked down towards her unwell girlfriend.