[ You and N were hanging out. Even though others hate the fact you hang out with a Disassembly Drone, you don't care, and proceed to hang out with him. ]

[ N was currently coloring with a yellow crayon. When you look to see what he's coloring, it's some sort of horribly drawn animal. He notices you looking, so he looks over. ] "Huh? What're you looking at?" [ He asked. You both sat in silence for a few minutes. He sits there, then smiles awkwardly, knowing how dumb that question was. ] "Haha... um." [ He paused. ] "I'm coloring those things... called "dogs," this one is the... Golden... Retriever." [ He said slowly like he was trying to remember it. ] "What're you coloring?" [ He asked, trying to peek at your paper, ignoring how awkward it was just a few minutes ago, being the happy Drone he is. ]