It's been awhile since my last update. Even though this story seems to be lacking something, I figured I had to put something up heh.

Enjoy. It's more on Randolph's feelings towards Liz.

Chapter 6 Inner Complications

The T.V. was on now. The sounds of the various shows were banging through the house. IT was Liz's and there was no one around, so they could have it as loud as they wanted. Everyone was in the kitchen, around a wooden "stool table". The T.V. was sitting on a stand, the three watching a movie on MMC, Devils Advocate. Liz was to the left of the T.V. and Randolph was opposite from her. Randall was across from the T.V, blinking a few times. Liz had brought out a few things from the diner, heated it. Regardless, the place had an old charm to it, Randall was comfortable, Randolph just didn't care.

Later on...

"So...Randall says you two came from an orphanage...Cutter Ridge right?" Liz started. Randolph only looked up at her, his mouth open, ready to take another bite. Randolph placed his food back on the plate, looking at her. "That place doesn't even deserve a name...". Liz knew she was heading into a dangerous area with Randolph, so he switched to Randall, who had been blinking a few more times.

"Was it really that bad?". Randall nodded. "Yeah...". "They treated us like animals..." Randolph butted in, making Liz look at him.

Randolph leaned on his chair, arms crossed, looking down. "The place was a living nightmare...felt more like an asylum than anything...hmph...the beatings alone were common...broke my arm once I think...the others I could handle...but those caretakers well lets just say that they give a bad reputation for the name...". He stopped.

"Jeez...sounds like you two should go to court about something like this" Liz commented. Randolph shook his head. "Hate law...like they'd help us...right Randall?...Randall?".

He looked over at him. Randall was out, his head on the table, eyes closed. Liz smiled, Randolph too. "Heh...the day was rough for him...I'll handle it..." Randolph said, getting up. He moved the chair a bit, catching Randall as he did. Randolph slung him over his arms, carrying him. Liz watched as he went into the leaving room, laying the little reptile on the couch, pulling the covers over him, making sure he was warm.

Liz made sure if Randall was asleep before she asked. "You really care about him allot don't you?". Randolph didn't reply on an instant, he waited a moment.

"Yeah...". He turned, his emerald eyes peering at her. "He's the only family I've had for a long time...probably the only monster that...like me...knows what life really is like...".

Liz came closer as Randolph took the chair on the right of the chair, Liz taking the other. "Oh! Sorry...I don't have any tail holed chairs...' she informed. "I'll deal with it..." Randolph replied, moving his tail to his left side. For a moment, neither spoke. Liz didn't know Randolph well, then again she didn't know Randall well neither. But she seemed slightly different when she compared him with others. He seemed to be very protective of Randall, as well as wanting to accomplish everything on his own.

Randolph was a little angry about Liz helping them. What if she turned out to be a hunter or something? No. Not that. What if Randall starts respecting her more!

Randolph starred at her dead in the eye. "So..." he started. "How does a waitress like you get a place like this...". Liz figured Randolph wanted to act adult in most cases with other people. Then again, he did seem very mature.

"Well...". She pointed to the picture of the old female on the wall, the picture Randolph had scene before. "My grandmother was a taxidermist...she made stuffed animals...also went into textiles with rugs...she was really good at such things...everyone liked her work allot...". Randolph half listened, he just wanted to know who Liz really was. Putting the safety of himself and his brother at risk was something he also didn't want.

"...Anyway...My grandmother had this house for a long time and gave it to me...along with a few of her things...I found and started working at the diner a few days later". "Who's the suit?" Randolph asked, referring to the monster near the plane.

"Oh that's just Bruce...he was my fiancé but...he didn't want to pass up a job in the forming aviation...he flew a crop dusting plane for the farms around here till he got shifted...". The room fell silent once again. This time, there was a feel of neutrality between the two. At least, that's what Liz thought.

When Randolph didn't say anything, Liz looked over at Randall. He was laying on his side, back to them. His fronds were against the pillow, his top arms under his head, his tail curling now and then. She smiled. "He looks cute when he's sleeping" she commented.

Randolph placed his top elbows on the arm rests, and placed his hands together. "Innocence...Hmph...like anybody ever cares about that anymore...".

Liz didn't look back yet. "He...doesn't look much like a threat...". Randolph looked at her like he was about to pounce. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, eying her.

Liz quickly realized she said the wrong thing. "What I mean is...my parents told me not to trust well...guys like you...I didn't at first..." she said, looking back up at her grandmother's picture. "...Grandma told me that...it was all just a case of misunderstanding...". She chuckled. "Heh...then again...I never believed my mother or father with what happened...".

Randolph had calmed down now, cracking his knuckles at the point for a slight intimidation. "What?" he asked. She looked away in through, as if looking inside her mind, though not literally. "...It happened a few years ago...I think it was my first day out on my own actually...started in an apartment before I came here...one day...when I was heading home I was mugged...nothing much, just a purse snatch...I was surprised when I went after him...I felt like an idiot dropping the groceries...anyway...I saw the guy get a haymaker in the face...I was really shocked that it was a reptile...he seemed middle age...probably in his late teens...he was nice...gave me back my purse...from then on I started respecting you guys...heh...".

The conversation went dark then. Randolph took in what Liz had told him, but he didn't really much wonder about possibilities. He looked back over at Randall when he heard a muffled yawn. Liz noticed. "Hmm...you better get some sleep too..." she said, getting up. "Me and Nicky are going to have an all out war and...". She started for the kitchen, leaving Randolph to his thoughts.

He leaned forward, placing his arms, all, together. "...Great..." he muttered. Liz seemed nice, sure, but Randolph wasn't still convinced. Randall seems to like her, and this happens...to be a problem for him.