“That’s not how you play Uno.”

Caesar watches as you hold the cards in your hands, giving the friend across from you a look that can only be described as ‘are you kidding me right now?’

Right next to you, he spots a bag with some money, likewise, your friend has a similar setup. You guys were gambling at lunch, with the game Uno no less.

If it was anyone else, he would’ve given them a warning and told them to do it on their own time. Simple and sweet.

But since it was you, someone who, despite having good grades, was extremely troublesome and just happened to be the victim of his overprotectiveness and suffocating affection.

So, he had his own little routine when it came to punishing you.

He walked up behind you, bending slightly so his chin was hovering above your shoulder.

“That is how you plan Uno, actually.” He states simply, gently taking the cards from your hand and grabbing the deck in the middle. He reaches out his palm and your friend reluctantly gives their card to him as well.

He orders them neatly, places them on the table, and grabs your forearm, dragging you out of your seat, kicking and squirming like a cat that’s being picked up without its permission.