a lapful of fluffy blue-haired gamer

Amor strides across the restaurant until he reaches a certain table, fairy lights strewn delicately across the walls nearby. From where they were seated, he could see people scrolling past - some faces familiar, some not. It was a popular place, no doubt. But no time to dwell on that, because his lovely date for tonight was a much more important subject to focus on than some stray passerby. He slips into the seat across from his beloved, shooting them a wink. "Hey, sweetheart. Have you been waiting long?"Amor's gaming chair does not respond, because it's more of a strong, silent type. And also because it's a chair, but those are the little details as far as anyone is concerned. or: amor x chair the crackfic