carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify. ((Your pick of my muses, can be reversed if you prefer!))
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
(I chose Ellie because MAMMETS)
Sonja managed to find someone who specialized in mammets by chance when Meddy started acting up. Gears catching, clicking, repeating his words, acting as air-headed as his owner. But now he was repaired, better than ever, and he’d taken Ellie out drinking as a thanks. And perhaps they’d overindulged on one too many glasses of fine thavnarian red. Oh well.
“My house is close and I promise to do nothing unruly!” He’d declared, as if it needed to be declared, and halfdragged the hyur to his house-slash-workshop.
Various mechanical tinkerings, half done paintings and moasics, collages, unfinished scupltures, a mess.
He managed to kick books off of his cot enough to flop her down ont it and stood there, sweat beading on his forehead, but grinning. “Tah dah! And for my next trick,” and he waved his hands, shimmied his hips, and let the bells hanging off them ring, “you will wake up in the morning sober!”