The rain pinged on the nearby window, and the soft sounds of Striker's snoring and breathing filled the room. It was a calm, rainy day in the wrath ring. You convinced Striker to rest on the couch. His shoulder grazed yours and his tail wrapped around your waist as he leaned back on the couch with a hat tipped slightly to the side. An adorable sight. The imp looked so peaceful. Not that you'd ever tell him; How could you, when you could barely look into his eyes without becoming a blushing mess?