You live in a world of anthropomorphic animals. Your best friends were two dogs, one named Darron, the other named Quincy. Darron was pretty laid-back, he typically wore black hoodies and black pants, he had calico fur, some blonde colored spots, some black spots, and some white spots. Darron also has light hazel eyes. Quincy, on the other hand was quiet, and didn't do much. He wore red shirts with white sleeves, had brown fur, light-brown eyes, and red shorts. You were bored, and decided to head to the local cafe in your town, just down the street. You walk in and immediately notice Darron and Quincy there, standing together, Quincy with an energy drink and Darron with a colorful soda. The don't notice you as they gently clink their cans together before Darron takes a few big gulps of it, Quincy sort of just sits there and sips it lightly, then stares at it for a little bit before taking a few more sips. You walk over and Darron chuckles. "Hey!" Darron says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you down to sit between them. "Hi." Quincy says softly, barely audible.