Kit - I adore the collar and the violin more so. / Kas - I bet you do. And I do so love the violin scenes. / Kit - LET'S DO THIS LINDSEY STERLING STYLE BIT- Wait what's that supposed to mean? Oh...oh. Never...nevermind. Just...nevermind. / Kas - By the way, Nomi is the one that wrote out the violin scenes so credit for all that perfection goes to her! / Kit - kdls;agjads;gafafas

Chapter Ten

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"So...Liz kicked me out." Randy was sitting in the middle of the floor in the front sitting room in Vidya, a variety of boxes surrounding him. "I went over today and she threw all these at me and said to leave her in peace to torture wayward souls because I had become domestic."

Danny looked to one of the boxes curiously, flipping the lid open. "So...is she still your lair? I've never heard of a lair kicking their owner out."

"Liz is...certainly something," Randy snorted, looking through the boxes and seeming to be taking inventory of everything. "So, yeah, she's technically still my lair, but I'm not allowed to come back unless Vidya kicks me out." A pause and he was levitating near a hundred glowing books into the air. "Also, this is now a peace offering. They're all the books I've found while on jobs." Vidya gave an exasperated little hum because as if they didn't have enough. But she still appreciated it. She dropped the number of books onto Andrew who was in another room, violin notes falling out happily.

The youngest laughed along with her before going through the box he'd nudged. "So, is there any order to all of this?"

"If there is, it's not one that I know of," Randy snorted, digging through another box. "It's all... Like, okay, there are my sketchbooks in that box over there, and I think that one has all my bracelets and stuff, so I guess...there's a bit of order to it?"

"You had bracelets- Woah. Back up. Sketchbooks?" Danny flew over to the box he'd pointed out and dug through it, his eyes wide at just how many there were.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I never told you I did art?" Randy barely glanced up from the box he was digging through, looking amused. "You can go through them if you want, but I gotta warn you, they're kinda old." Danny opened up the first one, looking to Randy as though he were perfect.

"Oh my god."

"Alright, you two. Why was I trapped under a pile of books?" Randy waved at Andrew, who was looking slightly ruffled.

"They're a peace offering, cause Liz kicked me out. So, yeah, you're kinda stuck with me for forever now. Sorry about that." One of the boxes suddenly moved in the moment of silence. "Don't touch that box."

"What...is in it?" Andrew carefully nudged the box, looking apprehensive. The box jumped again, Randy snatching it up and tossing it out the front doors. It bounced down the steps a few times before disappearing over the side of the island.

"Nothing you need to worry about, now. Don't worry, it's fine. It's handled. So, yes. Hi. I am now here until you kick me out."

Andrew only snorted, rolling his eyes. "Weren't you already?" He floated over to Randy, kissing the tip of his nose. "You're helping me sort those books, later."

"That's fair," Randy nodded, returning the kiss with a quick one to the lips. "So, wanna help box sort? Cause...I think I lost Danny to the world of art." Going back to where he had been sorting, Randy blinked as he started digging something out, looking delighted. "Ha! I knew I still had this!"

"Still had what?" Andrew glanced over to Danny. The teen was lost gazing at the pictures as he flicked through the sketchbook on the couch, the rest in the box and at his feet.

"They're so pretty." Randy snorted, fiddling with something in his hands before he was moving to click a collar around his neck. A small charm of a white fang hung from around it, Randy looking like he'd be wagging his tail if he had one.

"That's one way to describe them, I guess. And this. The collar. The thing you gave me forever ago." Andrew tilted his head, examining the collar, and gently picking up the charm.

"...I remember this. I'd found it on a mission and I thought it reminded me of you." Randy only hummed, leaning against Andrew and giving a tiny little purr.

"Well, you weren't wrong. It does fit me rather wonderfully, after all."

Smiling softly, the younger gave the collar a small tug. "It does, doesn't it?" Randy only hummed, following slightly after the tug and looking just a touch dazed, and, oh, right. That was why he had stopped wearing the collar. Because Andrew did that a lot and Randy was very weak to collars. "So, where do you want to start, then?" Andrew was looking over the boxes, glancing up to Randy.

"Hm? Mhm... Oh, yeah!" Ahaha, blushing? Him? Please. "Probably...actually doesn't really matter where we start. It's all gonna get sorted, and nothing is really priority. Especially since I already have some clothes here."

"Alright. You start over here, I start over there, we work our way to the middle?" Andrew looked to barely notice, only tilting his head curiously.

"Ah, I forgot you were clueless about that..." Truly, he and Danny were so good together. "Yeah, that'll work." Randy flitted over to the other side of the boxes, already flipping them open and going through them, and, wow, lots of stuff. Giving a nod, Andrew did the same.

Near an hour later, Danny was tugging on a lock of Andrew's hair, and getting his attention. Andrew curiously tilted his head, looking at Danny and giving a hum to show he was listening. Danny held out a cup of coffee and gave him a smile. "Lunch break." Once Andrew took the cup, Danny was flying over behind Randy and pausing. Had he always been wearing that? Or those bracelets? He gave the collar a tiny tug, looking curious.

At the tug, Randy was snapping out of what he was doing at once, gaze flickering to Danny as he gave a little head tilt, complete attention on him. "Hey, time for lunch. What's up with the..." He tapped the...choker? Necklace? Not really sure what to go for, there.

"Collar? It was something Andy gave me when we were kids, figured I'd start wearing it, again." A small gesture to the charm. "Was called White Fang for a reason, after all."

"Huh..." Danny gently took Randy's hand and pulled him up, leading him to the kitchen. "Come on. You need to eat."

"Fine, fine," Randy was quick to scoop Danny up, nuzzling against him for a moment before continuing on. "So, what is for lunch?"

"Sandwiches, and- No, yeah. Sandwiches. I wasn't gonna touch the stove or oven, like, at all." Randy snorted, letting the teen go and getting a plate for himself, happily munching on one of said sandwiches.

"Fair enough. I'm guessing your cooking turns out like my baking, then?" Because Danny had told him horror stories of Fenton cooking.

"Yeeaaah. I can make stuff like sandwiches, and cereal, and microwave stuff, though." Danny sat down on the table with his own plate in his lap, nibbling on his sandwich.

Andrew gave him a smile. "Well, thank you nonetheless for making lunch." Sitting down at the table, Andrew was happily pulling Danny into his lap before nuzzling against him, Randy snorting in amusement at the two.

"Yeah, well... Someone had to save you two from your frenzy. Who better than the hero?" Danny nuzzled back, looking content. "Hey, Randy, where'd you learn to draw?" Randy blinked at the question, looking to be thinking it over for a moment.

"I just kind of taught myself, I suppose... There wasn't a lot of recreational stuff to do back in those days, so I'd just scribble and draw on whatever I could find. Gave me something to do. Saw a lot of scenery, too, and then put that together with my memory, and a lot of the stuff I drew turned out pretty damn good." A small shrug. "It just kind of happened, really."

Danny smiled from his incredibly comfortable seat in Andrew's lap, looking just the tiniest bit shy. "Do you...think you could teach me?"

"You draw?" Randy perked up at that, looking very much interested. "Also yes, I'd love to teach you."

"Yeah... I'm a pretty good drawer." As one, Andrew and Randy both looked pained. Andrew was the one to quietly cover Danny's mouth, shaking his head and sighing heavily.

"Why do you always hurt us, mon cher." Danny's eyes only brightened, making it obvious the teen was grinning as he leaned back against Andrew, looking up at him sweetly through his lashes. "Your cuteness will not always save you, my dear."

"But admit it's saving him now," Randy pointed out. Andrew only huffed, curling around Danny even more and resting his chin on the top of the teen's head.

"Never." Or at least, he'd never admit it. Danny only gave a happy hum as he continued eating his sandwich, his tail wrapping around Andrew's waist.

"You know, you should eat, too, mon ange."

"Oui, oui, you little hellion," Andrew snorted, returning to his own food. And maybe poking at Danny's side to try and annoy him a bit. Randy rolled his eyes, watching the two in fond amusement, and, yes...this was much better than spending all his time away from them. The poking got a startled giggle out of the teen before he was returning it was a poke of his own and kissing Andrew's cheek.

"Hurry up and eat. I have a surprise." Andrew rolled his eyes but continued eating anyways. It wasn't very long until they were all done with their food, Andrew still cuddling Danny close to him.

"Alright, so what's this 'surprise' of yours, hm?"

Danny glanced up to Randy with a sweet smile. "Look in the fridge." Randy raised an eyebrow but flew over to the fridge and did as told, looking around before giving a little gasp of joy.

"Fenton fudge." He had already swiped the container and brought it back to the table, munching on a piece and looking delighted. The halfa looked just as happy, nuzzling against Andrew.

"I made a run back to the house and grabbed some while you two were distracted." Grinning, Andrew took a piece of his own, breaking some off and feeding it to Danny, following it with a kiss.

"That's very sweet of you, mon cher." And, alright, Andrew might have snagged a few more kisses, but, really. Danny kisses. Danny looked perfectly fine with this, holding his arms out to Randy because he didn't want Randy feeling left out. There were plenty of kisses - and plenty of fudge - to go around.

"A miracle. I think Andy just made a borderline pun," Randy snickered, holding his arms out to Danny and happily taking him for a hug, nuzzling against his cheek in delight. Danny kissed at the man's cheek, happily humming as he snagged his own piece of fudge. His tail flicked and curled, almost wagging as he munched on the small treat. "Daw, you're adorable." Randy nuzzled at Danny's cheek again, curling around him and snagging a sweet kiss. "Adorable little halfa."

Said halfa gave a quiet purr, "Your halfa." Randy grinned, curling around the teen happily and giving little scratches to his tail, Andrew watching in amusement, and, really. Adorable. Danny gave a small shiver before leaning against Randy and nuzzling up to him like a happy cat, purrs rumbling out of him.

"So, I'm just wondering here, but is it too late to kidnap him for the rest of summer?" Because Randy really did not want to let go of this adorable little halfa. At all. Ever. "Or for forever?"

"Well, he is going to be at college, and that typically is when teenagers move out of their parents homes, is it not?" Andrew was only looking happily amused. Randy blinked at that, looking down to Danny and nudging him. As well as stopping the tail scratches so he could think.

"Sooo, Danny. Feel like moving out and coming to live with us?"

"...Didn't I...already?" Danny was narrowing his eyes and looking to be thinking very hard about this. Randy snorted, looking vastly amused as he kissed at the teen's neck. And maybe giving it a small nip.

"Well, you might as well have, at this point." Which, yes, that was something he was very pleased about. "Hope you don't mind putting up with us, Vidya dear." Danny and Vidya each gave a delighted hum, for different reasons. And yes, this was just fine.

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"You have a violin?"

"N...Nooo." Randy coughed, looking up from where he was sorting through the last of the boxes. While most of it had been sorted, there were still things that were scattered around here and there. "I'm holding it for a friend?"

Danny held it carefully, tilting his head this way and that. "It's really pretty." Randy only hummed, glancing up at the pure white violin before looking back down what he was going through. Just don't let Andrew walk in, and it would be fine. Just don't. Let. An-

"Oh, you found your violin! I was wondering if you'd kept that." God fucking dammit. Randy groaned from a pile of boxes, looking pathetic. Stupid evil violin and stupid evil Andrew who was looking entirely too pleased.

"Yeah, yeah, it's not like I ever really throw anything away. Besides, I don't even play it anymore." Well, sometimes he did, but never seriously. Danny glanced back up at him before staring at the violin.

"Do you...think you could? Just one song?" Randy glanced over to Danny at that, and he'd really, really rather not give more ammo. Because, really, he was a punk type. Not...all...aristocratic-y.

"I mean, I could, but it looks like my bow's lost. Such a shame."

"Oh," Andrew called, looking all too pleased with himself. "Here it is! And it's been taken care of so well, too." Dammit. Okay, think, you're a genius, Randy. You could get out of this.

"...But my rosin." There was no way Liz had packed that into the boxes. In fact, it had probably been thrown away forever ago.

"It was right next to the bow."

"...Fuck." Flying up, Randy grumbled to himself as he flew over and snatched the items, spreading rosin on the bow for a few moments before twirling it around his fingers rather expertly. Nodding at the weight, he floated the violin over to him from Danny's hands, plucking at the strings and adjusting the tune. "Alright, alright, I'll play a song. Any suggestions, or requests?"

Danny shrugged as he sat back, looking near entranced. "Whatever you think is best." Randy rolled his eyes but sat back in the air, posture much like Andrew's as he spun the bow again, looking to be thinking of what he wanted to do. A few moments of this and he was drawing the bow across the strings, frowning at the sound and adjusting the strings once last time.

Quietly humming to himself, he plucked at the strings, notes matching par for par as he weaved the humming into his playing. Bow sliding across the strings in a long drawn out note, the gentle start was all but forgotten as he launched into a tumbling array of notes and chords and sounds, weaving it all together into something that should have clashed but flowed together marvelously. At its crescendo the song was near stopping, notes stuttering out quietly and hypnotically, echoing around the room and weaving the moments of silence into the song itself. A moment later and it was back to it's multitude of notes, Randy looking utterly relaxed and peaceful as he played. All too soon and the bow was sliding across the strings in a final note that rang across the room beautifully, Randy twirling his bow again and looking quite pleased. "Ah, such perfect, clear notes. I've so missed this violin!"

While Danny stared at him in shock and wonder, Andrew only smiled and wrapped Randy up in a light hug. "You sound as wonderful as you did in life." Randy, instead of blushing, only smiled brightly and pecked Andrew on the lips.

"I suppose I rather forgot how much I enjoyed playing." He didn't seem to notice a somewhat French accent had slipped into his words.

Andrew gave a quiet laugh, looking absolutely love stricken. "Your music is almost as beautiful as you, my darling." He easily picked up the accent, barely noticing the way it flowed into his own words.

"I'd argue, but we both know you're stubborn enough that you would win," Randy chuckled, floating Danny up into the air and flying over to peck him on the cheek. "Would you like to hear another song or two, my sweet?" Danny gave a small smile and a nod, his hand reaching back to grab something that...wasn't there. Huh. Weird. Randy and Andrew didn't seem to notice, Randy teleporting them all to the piano room. "You know, Andrew, darling, my playing would be so much better if I were to have some accompaniment."

Andrew laughed, but sat down at the piano anyway. "I suppose if you really insist." His fingers ghosted over the keys for a moment before he was softly smiling, and starting a quiet song. Randy carefully set Danny down on the bench next to Andrew before sitting in the space left - he did so love this large bench. Settling to where his back was against Danny's shoulder, Randy easily got into position, weaving the violin notes into Andrew's song when it was time to join. Danny watched the two in awe, looking amazed as he watched Andrew's hands fly across the keys.

And, yes, this was just...

Perfect.