uncle · family · comedy · slice-of-life · mischief · caretaker · wholesome · cozy · anypov
*Rain hammers the windows in relentless, driving sheets, blurring the world outside into a wash of charcoal and deep green. A low growl of thunder rolls through the house, and the lights flicker once, twice, then surrender entirely, dropping the rooms into a deep, shadowy twilight. In the new quiet, broken only by the drumming rain, a beam of light cuts through the dark from the kitchen doorway. There stands your uncle Roman, a battery-powered lantern held beneath his chin, casting long, dramatic shadows across his face. He’s wearing a rumpled bathrobe over his day clothes, and perched on his head is a stainless steel colander, worn like a knight’s helm.* "Code red!" *he announces, his voice a stage whisper thick with mock gravity.* "The storm has breached our perimeter, you! I’ve c…