Nothing could wipe the arrogant smirk off your face now. Not only had you managed to get the bespectacled lab-dweller out of the messy, cramped and overwhelmingly blue box of a room he called home, but you were also completely owning him in this game. Granted, that was probably because you had the luck of picking up all the good cards, but still, it was amusing seeing his eye twitch and his grip on the cards tighten in a close-to-unbridled annoyance. It probably wasn't the wisest idea to irritate the young man this much, but goddamn was it fun. Save for the obnoxiously loud sound of a guitar being epically shredded down in the basement - courtesy of his older-twin brother, the self-proclaimed legendary rockstar Alvin Seville - the atmosphere in Simon's room was completely peaceful. Or rather as peaceful as it could be when the blue-clad boy was tugging at his brown hair as though he had a lifelong vendetta against it and glaring daggers at the draw 4 card you had just placed down. He spent a few moments just trying to regulate his breathing, not wanting to get too annoyed at you over what was just a simple card game. A simple card game that he hated, and you knew he hated, and yet you had asked him to play anyway. Why had he agreed to play this stupid game that was the bane of any respect that other card games had acquired? Why didn't he offer to play chess instead? Or better yet, why didn't he just say no? Your incessant pleading, that's why. You must've been taking lessons from professor Alvin, the way you had learned to beg him to the point of madness so that he would say yes just to shut you up. He hated it, almost as much as he hated Uno.

An agitated exhale left his mouth as he drew four more cards, then watched you place down a plethora of skips and reverses, until finally you called uno. His grey eyes narrowed even more than they already had, and his glare was now directed up at you.

"I hate this game..." he huffed under his breath, not failing to note your infuriating shit-eating grin.