Randy kissed him back, giving him a squeeze. "And whassat?"

Kurt rubbed himself against Randy, "You need to release your....tension,"

"Well, there's an awful lot of it," Randy panted. "Maybe you oughtta lend me a hand."

Kurt grinned, "More than happy to do so..."

Elsewhere...

Randy sniffed at the air as he and Katie walked between booths and activities. His ears twitched and rotated slightly as they picked up the sounds of cheers and laughter and shouting from all different directions. So far it was at least better than the first similar gathering he'd attended many years ago. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and there were no particularly offensive smells.

"Daddy look! A merry-go-round!" said Katie, "Will you ride with me?"

Randy frowned at the colorful horses and other assorted animals revolving before them. He'd never actually set foot on a merry-go-round and wasn't sure he cared to do so. "This is all it does?" he questioned, gesturing as the animals moved up and down rather slowly while the carousel turned. It didn't seem like much of a ride to him, nor did it offer much by way of sight-seeing, unlike the equally boring Ferris wheel.

"What more does it need to do?" asked Katie, already pulling him over to it.

"Move faster than I can walk, preferably," Randy grumbled, though he followed her anyway.

"Pff! It's fun!" said Katie pulling him onto the platform and jumping on a large seahorse.

Randy paused, having been headed for the same seat. He glanced around for another animal to ride, finding none nearby that weren't already occupied save for one...
When the music began to play and the carousel started to turn, there was a loud grinding noise as a tiny pink unicorn struggled to lift its rider: a very disgruntled-looking purple alien who sat hunched with his knees drawn nearly up to his chin and his ears turned downward.

Katie laughed so hard she almost toppled off of her seahorse, a large creature that could easily have held Randy.

"I will not be doing this again," Randy stated firmly without bothering to look up at her.

Katie snorted, "If only I had a camera,"

"Well, you don't!" Randy pulled a face and stuck out his tongue at her.

She reciprocated the gesture before falling back into a fit of giggles.

Randy smiled faintly at that and sighed as he attempted to get comfortable on his unicorn.

After several minutes the ride finally came to a halt, "That was fun!" said Katie.

Randy gave her a stiff pat on the head and shooed her away from the carousel without a verbal response...

Eventually Katie led him to the mudwrestling arena where Karl was rolling around with one of his friends.

Randy didn't seem particularly impressed by that concept, either. He had little interest in rolling about in the mud, or watching others do it, for that matter.

"It's such a manly sport, isn't it?" said Greta, coming to stand next to him, "And kind of sexy,"

"Sexy...?" Randy shot her a questioning look as a muddy, hairy man went sliding through a puddle.

"Well yes, just look how masculine and powerful they look!" said Greta.

Randy watched for a few more seconds and snorted. "I could take on any one of them."

"Even the werewolf?" she asked.

"Just watch me," said Randy as he headed for the ring.

As Karl and his opponent left and Randy was sent to the mud pit Greta snuck off to change into her bathing suit.

Randy stood in the mud, waiting to see who his opponent would be. As he saw Greta approaching, there was a momentary look of confusion before he gave a loud "HA!" as he realized what was happening.

Greta grinned, scooped up some mud and flung it at him.

Randy reciprocated the gesture, though with a considerably larger amount of mud being thrown with a bit more force.

Greta was knocked off her feet, she jumped back up and tacked Randy.

Randy fell backwards, largely on purpose, and rolled her over into the mud with a rarely-heard giggle.

Greta scooped up handfuls of mud and rubbed them all over him, laughing as she make sure to get him good and covered.

He swatted at her, more or less pretending to try to keep her away before turning to grab and trap her with his legs.

Greta wiggled and slipped away from him, the wet mud aiding her escape, she quickly jumped on his back.

When she did, he held onto her and stood, spun around, and let go. He bent just enough to keep her from falling too hard as she went flying back into the mud, and he stood over her, teeth bared in a mischievous grin which said that he was about to pounce.

Greta scooped up some mud and shoved it into his face.

He cursed and wiped away the mud, then leapt on her, though being careful not to actually put much weight on her.

Greta let out another peal of laughter. The sight of the two caught the attention of Susan, "Dad look," she said with a giggle, "He likes to pretend he's dignified but there he is rolling around in the mud like a kid,"