Dave has probably been at the pool for a while when Dirk decides to go take a swim. It's cool out, but that's nothing he can't handle. He's been here a week and he's practically itching to go swimming. A pool isn't quite his style compared to under... under... flooded ruins, but he'll take it.

Wearing a pair of school-issued trunks, Dirk comes up to the side of the pool and stops when he stares down at the clear liquid. He hasn't noticed Dave; rather, he's distracted himself and is now lost in thought trying to figure out what this wet stuff is called. Shit. He knew it once.