For the first time in what seemed like much too long, Randy VIII smiled at him. Perhaps it was just his own fear of something unexpected and deeper than what he'd planned being at work, but the sight of those bared teeth gave him a sense of comfort in a way that felt much more acceptable to him. Fighting was something he knew, something he could handle. Fighting meant certainty, in a way, and however chaotic it may have been, for Randy VIII it provided a feeling of structure. Fighting was safe. He didn't back away from Kurt.

With a snarl Kurt lunged at him, teeth flashing, fists punching every bit of Randy he could hit.

Randy VIII fought back with gusto, a bottle that had been shaken and building up for a fine explosion. Whether or not enemies was where their relationship was destined to end, it seemed he always enjoyed their encounters in one way or another.

Kurt howled and fought like a rabid animal, relieved to be back in a place he understood. The fight, survival, this was the right place to be with Randy VIII...

Feeling similarly, Randy leaped at his opponent with a screech which seemed strangely jubilant for one engaged in such a dangerous battle. Though he knew it was serious in more than one way, the whole thing was rather like a dance or an old favorite game for him. Unlike most games, though, the excitement of a good struggle provided more than just mental stimulation for Randy VIII...

Kurt managed to get Randy in a lock so that they were pressed close together while he grappled his opponent, they struggled for several minutes then Kurt froze, his eyes growing wide with bewilderment...

Randy twitched and panted, yet seemed mildly confused as to why Kurt had stopped. "What?"

"D...did you j-just?" the color seemed to drain from Kurt's face as he shoved Randy away and looked down at his pants, "Auuuugh! You did! Get it off me! Get it off me!" he shuddered.

Randy frowned at him. "Oh, sugar, that's cold..." He stood and dusted himself off.

Kurt was already running at top speed away from Randy VIII to go and take a shower.

Randy shook his head in disappointment and headed home. If Kurt was going to make fights with him a regular thing, it was something he'd likely have to get used to.

Seven happened to find Randy VIII heading home and he stopped him, "How ya doin' Baby Boy?" he asked.

"Fine," he replied, though a strange mix of amusement and disappointment showed both in his voice and on his face.

"What happen?" asked Seven, his brows knitting together.

"Thought I was finally gonna have me a nice fight with Kurt... then I got a little excited on 'im and 'e got freaked out an' ran away," Randy VIII grumbled.

"Oh....guess he ain't fond of messes," said Seven reaching out to pat Randy's head.