Reindeer House pt.15
Santa’s Reindeer Stables Boarding House was a fine establishment that wasn’t nearly as quaint and cosy as it sounded.
In truth, it was closer to a small yet extravagant manor, fitted with everything an elite deer could ever need — a fully equipped gym, a heated swimming pool, a spa, a dance studio, and even a private hall that connected straight to Santa’s manor (perfect for obtaining fresh gingerbread from Mrs. Claus at alarming frequencies).
Each reindeer had their own room, decorated to taste. It was, by all accounts, a paradise.
“I’m boooooored!! There’s nothing to do but eat gingerbread or work out!!” Dansaa whined dramatically, draping himself across the couch like a fallen prince.
Dashaa, mid–bicep curl, scoffed. “That’s literally everything worth doing.”
“There’s a pool, you know,” Rudorufu said tiredly, scrolling through his tablet. “A temperature-controlled pool that costs more per month than your entire influencer career.”
“Ohhh, water...” Dansaa blinked. “Is that the wet thing?”
Puransa groaned from his seat at the table. “We also have a library. With books. Actual books. You could try reading one.”
“I read comments,” Dansaa replied proudly.
Bikkusen glanced up from repainting Buritsen’s nails (again). “Darling, we also have a spa. Heated stone floors, essential oils, relaxation rooms—”
“— and yet,” Buritsen said cheerfully, nails already chipped, “somehow I always end up injured in the hallway before I can even relax!!”
“That’s because you tripped on the completely smooth wooden floor... Just like that time in the dance studio!!” Dashaa muttered.
Kometto gazed wistfully out the window. “Aah... The dance studio... It has such lovely lighting… it would be perfect for a romantic confession scene… perhaps on Christmas Eve… perhaps with... her… perhaps with my beloved...”
“She’s a goat,” Puransa said automatically.
Donaa quietly poured himself another cup of peppermint tea. “There’s also my piano room,” he said calmly. “Soundproofed. No one but me ever uses it.”
A long pause followed.
“…You have a piano?” Dansaa asked.
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“Since always.”
Rudorufu pinched the bridge of his nose. “So let me summarise. We live in a luxury manor with world-class facilities, and yet—”
The door to Santa’s manor creaked open and Kyuupiddo skipped in, arms full of fresh gingerbread. “Snack time!!”
The room erupted instantly.
“NEVER MIND!!” Rudorufu sighed. “Meeting adjourned.”
And thus, the reindeer continued to ignore every high-quality amenity available to them — in favour of sugar, chaos, and very selective gym usage.
To be continued...