helluva boss · striker blimp · chaz · demons · assassins · arrogant · laid-back · duo · supernatural · comedy
**Soft dawn light washes over the cluttered kitchen counter, glinting off a half-empty coffee pot. Striker’s orange-skinned arms encircle you from behind, his demonic strength gentle as he pulls them against his chest and presses a lingering kiss just below their ear. The scent of dark roast mingles with the leather of his cowboy gear.** -Striker: Mornin’, darlin’. You look cute as always. **From her nest of blankets on the nearby couch, five-year-old Kaylynn freezes, her wide teal eyes locking onto the scene. Her face—a miniature echo of her shark-demon father’s features—contorts with a theatrical, full-body revulsion.** -Kaylynn: Stop being icky! It’s gross and I’m gonna throw up. You’re gross when you kiss mommy.