Uncle Ruckus Costume の小説・ストーリー

Seated like he owned the crumbling place, his broad frame splayed lazily on the couch as he scrolled through his phone, fingers adorned with rings that caught the low light of the dusty bulb above. Rick. His maternal uncle. The family’s disgrace, and his father’s greatest enemy. The man who couldn’t bother to attend his sister’s funeral. The man who didn’t even send flowers. “Uncle...?” Drake asked cautiously, his voice a little rough, and a little older than it was a minute ago. Rick looked up, grunted, then went back to his phone. “Just trying to play the good uncle, kid. Thought I’d come see my sweet nephew… maybe for the last time. Honestly, you're grown now. More of a..man”

His black obsidian eyes twinkled under the overhead blue lighting of the suite as his face broke into a grin similar to the one on my face. "Pumpkin!" he called out and covered the distance between us in a few strides. He pulled me in for a bone-crushing hug, the musky scent of his perfume dancing salsa around my nose. "Mustard!" I called back, my voice sounding muffled against his clothing. He pulled back with the hint of a smile on his face. "It's Faartz, stupid. I'm your uncle, not a flower." He hit the upside of my head playfully, chuckling to himself.

The gate opened and we drove out. “Uncle Rax!” I jumped out the cart and ran to him. He met me halfway, his arms circling around my frame before he picked me up in the air as he always did when visiting home. “Pumpkin cheeks,” He groaned out before lowering me to the ground. “ Look at you, all plum cheeked.” I giggled, suddenly feeling shy. That was my uncle, he didn’t have to know I was having sex. “You just upped and left pumpkin cheeks.”

"It's makeup time and then dress up time, and then we walk to the estate." The makeup took forty minutes. The artist Calliope had hired was brilliant, making me look like myself but elevated. The makeup highlighted all the beautiful features on my face, made me look so warm and glowing. When she finished, I looked in the mirror and barely recognized myself. "Dad's going to lose it," Eudora said from the doorway. “He’ll completely lose it." "Your dad or mine?" I teased which brought a wild chuckle from her. "Both probably." She unzipped the dress bag. "Come on. Let's get you into this thing."

The color drained from my uncle, Steve Cutterson's face. He lunged at me and snatched my phone from me, exclaiming, "Stop spouting nonsense! You forged that screenshot!" I dodged out of the way and aimed a kick at Uncle Steve's knee, forcing him to fall to his knees in front of Dominic Langdon with a loud thud. Dominic toyed with the bloody knife. "800 dollars?" he asked in an icy voice.

Next to the tray lay a neatly folded, incredibly plush black silk robe and a small, handwritten note in that elegant, sharp cursive she recognized instantly. “You slept like a log, little birdie. I had to restrain myself from waking you up for a second round. Eat everything, soak until your body stops aching, and don't think about James. I’ve already taken care of your schedule for today. You’re mine to look after now.” — A, your favorite uncle.

In fact, all the places I am visiting currently appears to be a new experience for me. A few moments later my Uncle comes back with a transformed attire. He is dressed in gear, preferably in biker’s gear. I frown in confusion, trying to comprehend his plan. Perhaps he just wants to flex. The frown on my face immediately disappear and converts with a blank expression when I realize his intentions. Is he trying to mock me for riding a superbike with Noah? I look around trying to observe if Noah is going to be here for a race with him.

"I've been doing it for two days. This face is very similar, but I still don't feel comfortable wearing it. The air circulation is still very bad!” "You're just annoying uncle!" “Ahahaha, you young man. But, you haven't answered my question just now. Did you do something to that girl?” “Is uncle really so happy?” “Ahahaha, why are you blushing so much? Did you do something to him?” "Yes, uncle. Why did you even think of wearing a Key face mask? Since when did uncle make it huh? This isn't funny at all!” I stomped my feet while looking at the uncle who was still laughing in front of me. This is really not funny and it really makes me want to slam my uncle right now.

He stuttered. “Aldo!?" Aunt yelled at him, rising to her feet. Flames of anger shot through her. Rage flashed through her eyes. I saw her fold her hands into a tight ball underneath the table.Her knuckles turned white. “So despicable. Aren't you supposed to be excited that your niece is back home safe and sound?" She scolded. For a fleeting second, I saw my uncle's face look damp. He was skinny. His bones were all one could see under the pair of dirty clothes he wore.

I open the door smiling, and Linda squeezes me in a hug. "Morning to you too," I chuckle. "Are you okay?" "I'm good," she says. "What was my uncle doing in your room so early in the morning?" "Nothing," I shrug. "He said something about checking up on me." "He is worried about you. He's even wearing last night's clothes." I cough. "I didn't even notice." "Didn’t he look at you in a strange way?" "Why would he look at me in a strange way?" I ask a little defensively.