Disclaimer: Randall's someone else's toy (so's Mark, for all his brief cameo's worth). I'm just playing with him for a bit.
Close, But No Cigar
"Are you lonely?"
Hearing this, Randall's attention was brought to the TV and away from the trivial things that were currently plaguing in his mind. Like, the hot chick he'd seen earlier that day at a flea market, or if Despicable Me was really worth checking out. He rose an eyebrow, staring blankly ahead – partially out of boredom, mostly out of habit.
Kristal crossed his mind for a moment, but he quickly snuffed any and all thoughts of her. Sighing, he eyed the televangelist suspiciously and drawled an, "uh huh."
"Are you sittin' naked in a bean-bag chair, eatin' Cheetos?" came the preacher man's next question.
This made the zombie perk up a little, taking one quick glance downward. Well, there was a significant lack of clothing, and a half empty bag of Cheetos propped up against a worn and severely broken in bean-bag chair.
A soundless "fuck" escaped his mouth, before he finally found his voice again. "This guy's good."
"And do you," the tel-vangelist went on, nothing short of conviction in his voice, "feel the need to send me one thousand dollars?"
Almost instantly, Randall's posture failed him and he once again slumped back into his previous position. He snickered and rolled his eyes, calling out a near triumphant, "close!"
Barely a second later, Mark's bedroom door opened, and the social worker slowly came into the living room, wearing the shreds of what remained of his boxers.
"Um, who are you talking to?" he asked hesitantly.
"The televangelist," Randall replied, shrugging, not even bothering to look up at Mark, ignorant of the human's inquisitive stare. "Thought he was talkin' 'bout me for a second there, but then he had to go and bring money into it. So, I'm like, no way that's me."
"Okay, then," Mark said slowly, then started back to his bedroom, deciding he'd rather let Callie have a fourth go at him before even trying to figure out any of what he had just seen or heard.
There were some things, Mark had learned, that were better left alone. And usually anything involving Randall fit into that category. This, clearly, was no exception.