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"Yeah, sorry again about your shirt. My eyesight isn't all there." James apologised again, though it was pretty obvious that he wasn't being serious about it, due to the huge smirk currently plastered on his face. He could get honestly get used to this; shooting people in the back with a water gun, but poor, blind James, whose vision is so horribly impaired that it couldn't possibly have been his fault. But it still sucked to have myopia [i]this[/i] severe. Was it going to get to a point where it'd be considered a disability? Would he get handicapped parking privileges? Then again, he'd probably get arrested if he even tried driving without his glasses on. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he turned his attention back to the girl in front of him. She didn't seem to be all too bothered by the fact that he'd just soaked the entire back of her sweatshirt, which was a little weird. But maybe she was just a really nice person?

[i]" Nice to meet you, I'm Sakurai Yukiko. I go by Yuki though."[/i] Ah, so she [i]was[/i] Japanese, then.

"I'm James. James McNamara." He introduced himself, voice laced with the sharp strokes of a Scouse accent. When he first came to the US, people had a really hard time getting it. But so far, she seemed to be able to follow quite well. Better than most people, at least. But that was probably because he'd been trying to bleed it out. Rough words slowly smoothing themselves out into something that was a bit blander. Letting his smirk morph into an endearingly lopsided grin, he stuck his free hand out for Yuki to shake. "A pleasure to meet you as well."

"Anyway, what're doing by yourself? Hanging around this old tree isn't the most fun, is it? C'mon, get a drink or something, at least. Enjoy yourself a bit, yeah?"

James went over to one of the coolers, lifting open the lid and pulling out a can of what seemed to be orange soda. Prying the tab open, the aluminium can let out a faint hissing noise as gas escaped from the narrow opening. Handing the now open can over to Yuki, he momentarily glanced over at the dunk tank. And lo and behold, the principal [i]and[/i] vice-principal were busy drying each other off. They weren't even trying to be subtle about it and James almost let out a snort of laughter at the sight. Before he could stare any longer, he shifted his gaze back to Yuki. "Wanna check out the dunk tank? It seems like that's where all the fun is."

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Seth nodded at her response, deciding that it'd probably be best not to question further. He didn't want to seem too pushy. After all, they've only known each other for what; fifteen minutes tops? What right did he have to start poking into her personal matters? Plus, he'd probably only make things worse. At this, the memory of the time when he tried to mediate a fight between two students came into mind. It was probably one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to him. How was he gonna play therapist if he couldn't even talk down a couple of angry, hormonal teenagers? Running a hand through dark curls, he watched as Penny bounded over to drink from the bowl of water set on the ground. "Well, we're not really working right now, are we?"

Glancing at the dunk tank, the water began to look more and more inviting, the more time he spent under the scorching sun. Why did he think wearing jeans would be a good idea? He actually brought along some spare clothes in his car for such an occasion, but he didn't want to just go and change right now with no reason whatsoever. Seth realised that it was inevitable that they were going to get dunked, it was only a matter of time. He had half a mind to volunteer, but decided against it in the end. The temporary respite from the heat probably wouldn't be worth it, in the end. Filling up another plastic cup with hibiscus tea, he took a sip from it. Though he nearly spat it out in surprise when he heard a cry some distance away. Turning to the source of the noise, he spotted one of the new students. A few meters away, another student was holding a water gun. Putting two and two together, he realised there wasn't anything to worry about. Just kids being kids, that's all. What could possibly go wrong? 

Turning his attention back to Celia, he let out a slight chuckle at her question. "Soon, probably. Not many people left. Though in this weather, I honestly wouldn't mind."