Fantasy mixed with sy-fi

Into the storm, broh

The teen clutched at his coat and tried to ignore the hands and cupcakes that were trying to smother him.
A cupcake landed in his hair. He didn't mind.
He couldn't believe his uncle had called him by his name. His name of all things! It just...
He plucked one of the hands that was poking his ear off him and threw it into the raging storm.
"Son!"
The teen jumped and let out a wail, flailing his arms in an awkward fashion above and below his mouth.
The man in front of him just stared. He was used to this. "Jeez son, get a grip, do a thumb war, ride a unicorn, eat a slug. You need to man up a little."
"Yeah, sorry about that..."
"It's ok son, just don't be such a ponilk next time" his dad snickered. The teen rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Anyway what are you doing out in this storm? You should be inside with mom and everyone else."
The teen's dad was a tough one. He wasn't a rude or a if-you're-not-a-male-and-manly-I'm-not-related-to-you dad, but he was gruff and intimidating and a do-it-yourself type of guy.
"I went to go get something for us to eat. Looking at the clouds i'd say the storm is gonna last us a while."
The teen nodded and took a step in the direction of the house. But before he got too far he hesitantly asked, "Do you...uh, want...need, any help?" He always felt awkward asking things like these. It was as if he was doubting the person.
The giant of a man turned to look at the twig of a boy and smiled in a reassuring fatherly way. "I'll be fine, just get to the house as quickly as you can." The teen smiled back at him and began to walk again.