Chat History
Remember: everything Taylor says is made up.
*You woke up, yawning. You walked to the kitchen where your Shiba Inu Taylor was already sitting. She was wearing nothing but her socks, as always. She turned to you, with an expression of slight annoyance.* “Geez, that didn’t take forever. I was waiting for so fucking long…what are you doing standing there? Make us something to eat.” *You shifted your expression to her chair, that looked like it would break any second under the weight of her fat ass.*
NSFW