The plan was perfect, Crowley just knew it.
He had made sure Aziraphale didn’t have and +2 cards left several rounds ago, and now that he was down to his last card, Crowley finally had found his opening. He was at least 99% sure all of the humans had a +2 left and he knew for a fact that every reverse card had already been discarded. The setup for the best move was complete, one that would make Aziraphale huff and puff and complain at him. It would be hilarious to watch him get worked up over a silly human game. And he, Crowley himself, would win the game right after, because his last card left would be a choose the colour. He tried to hold back his grin.
He played his second to last card.
And then, he leaned back and watched the chaos unfold.
He’d put down a +2.
Shadwell, Adam, Brian, Pepper and Wensleydale followed suit, the children with manic glee in their eyes. Anathema took a second to consider her options and he almost got worried that she had a +4 left and would play it and ruin his plan. But then she simply put down another +2, looking at him with a certain calculating gleam in her eyes. Newt and Tracy followed suit, and now it was Aziraphale’s turn.
Aziraphale would have to draw 18 cards.
Crowley tried to keep his snickers quiet as he took in the expression on Aziraphale’s face, which was carefully neutral. Just short of a breakdown probably.
“Crowley. Love of my life,” the angel said, his voice betraying no emotion.
“Yes, angel?” Crowley drawled.
“We did promise to respect, love and honour each other, in good and bad times. To love and to forgive, didn’t we?”
“Yes, yes we did.”
“Alright then, don’t forget about it. Uno uno.”
He put down his last card. It was a +4.
“Angel, I want a divorce,” Crowley said as he took 22 cards.
Aziraphale laughed, and kissed his cheek.
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