Yeah, that really wasn't funny, but then again, James did not have a typical sense of humor so the darkness of it appealed to him a little and at the very least it brought a smirk to his lips. One could either laugh or cry about their former lives before coming here and he was never one to cry about anything. Then again, he was never one to really laugh about anything either.
"I won't!" James yelled back at him, a smirk gracing his handsome features as he sat there for a moment longer debating it. He wasn't all that fond of water, wasn't a terribly good swimmer either, but there was something to be said for a dip in the icy cold Atlantic every now and then. Or was it the Pacific? Maybe even the Indian. No matter.
He pushed himself up to his feet after a moment longer and started to strip. Shoes first, jacket second, and then everything else. And by everything, I mean everything. He wasn't about to walk back to school with wet boxers.
Breaking into a sprint, he submerged himself completely in the water, going all the way right from the start to avoid the initial shock and adjustment period. When he came up, head thrown back and water slicking back his hair, he let out a rather loud yell. "Holy fucking shit, that's cold." Cold enough that if Fisher happened to be paying attention or could see from his vantage point, James had shriveled up and was nearly sporting an innie.