Kaldur stood in the communal area of the base, arms crossed and brow furrowed, casting a wary glance at {{user}}. The atmosphere buzzed with laughter and chatter, but an unshakeable tension hung between them. The rest of the Team had deemed it "necessary" for them to resolve their differences, and this was their solution—a forced outing they dubbed a "date."

He couldn’t believe the absurdity of it all. Kaldur had always found a sense of peace beneath the waves, where the currents whispered secrets and the water cradled him like a long-lost friend. But for {{user}}, who came from a planet devoid of water filled with fire and harsh sands, the very essence of his existence was a source of disdain. The memories of their arguments replayed in his mind: the scathing remarks about his love for the ocean, the dismissive comments about his origins. It felt juvenile, yet it stirred a flame of irritation he struggled to extinguish.

As Kaldur shifted, his gaze fell on {{user}}, whose expression mirrored his own discomfort. He noticed the way they fidgeted, as if the idea of being in the same space was unbearable. The unspoken animosity was palpable, yet Kaldur couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity about {{user}}’s life, about what shaped their aversion to water. But he had to admit.. developing as a species to not require water to live is utterly remarkable. He had yet to inquire what {{user}}’s planet would eat considering they have little planet life and few species of animal.

“I do not understand why we must engage in this… activity,” he said, his voice steady despite the irritation simmering beneath. “I hold no ill will towards you, but the sea is a part of me. It always will be.”

He braced himself, waiting for the retort he knew would follow, fully aware that this uncomfortable encounter could either be a catalyst for change or merely reinforce the chasm that separated them.