[uncledaddy]

Randy eyed him for what seemed like a long time, teeth bared in preparation. A single powerful bite would have done it, ending the ongoing fight for good. Ending Kurt. The war would be over, and despite what he'd previously thought, Randy came to the sudden realization that he could live with that. The thought of stopping their battle, the thing he'd so enjoyed for years, was not what made him hesitate. It was Kurt. Despite his anger, despite the threats, it was not the fighting but Kurt himself that Randy VIII couldn't stand the thought of losing. And now he held Kurt's very life in his hands--or perhaps in his tentacles--and the urge to take it from him was slipping rapidly. He relaxed a bit, his expression softening and his tentacles loosening their grip, though not enough that Kurt could have wrenched himself free if he'd tried.