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.

Eight reached down to wipe a hand over the wet spot on his pants, then brushed it across his brother's cheek.

Seven grinned and licked him across the face, "You're a mess,"

He giggled. "An' I like it that way," he said, reaching up to nuzzle Seven's cheek and create a sticky mix of fluids.

"Why doncha come back home wif me?" Seven suggested.

"You treat me better than ol' sug'," Randy VIII cooed.

"Ol' Sug? That what you callin' 'im now?" asked Seven.

Eight grinned and shrugged. "Sug', sugar, whatever else I see fit."

"Why you call him sugar?" asked Seven.

"Ionno, I call everybody sugar," said Randy VIII... though he was aware that he used the name more on Kurt than anyone else.

"But it's becoming Kurt's name, you don't use it quite the same with everyone else as you do him," said Seven.

"Yeah, I know," Randy VIII admitted. "I guess it just stuck. He is awful sweet."

"Sweet? Him? Baby Boy we talkin' bout the same Kurt?" asked Seven.

Eight chuckled softly. "Ain't all that nice to me, I guess... but it's in there."

"How you know?" asked Seven, "I sure don't see it,"

"I seen how much he loves his kids, how he is when 'e's workin' in that garden... Even just to hear 'im talk about life... He ain't a bad man at all," said Randy VIII. "An' you know, when he come askin' around about that guy who killed Mother, I... I asked 'im to come inside an' we talked a little bit."

"He didn't try to kill you on the spot?" Seven raised his eyebrows.

"Nuh uh." Eight shook his head. "He wouldn't do that. He seen I was upset an'... he wiped the tears outta my eyes."

"Really? Why would he do that? He hates you!...Doesn't he?" asked Seven.

"Sure, but like I said..." Randy VIII smiled again. "He's a good man."

Seven whistled, "You sure know how to pick 'em Baby Boy," he said.

"Don't I?" Randy VIII giggled, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"What if he never comes near you again now that you messed on 'im?" asked Seven.

Randy VIII laughed even more. "That'd make me kinda sad," he said truthfully.

"You might wanna curb your desired before you go seeing him," said Seven with a nod.