Reindeer House pt.17

“Rudorufu, why do you get so many songs exclusively about you?” Dansaa pouted, flopping dramatically onto the couch.

“Hm?” Rudorufu didn’t look up from his tablet. “It’s not like I asked for them. And they all say ‘red nose,’ which is entirely false, so frankly I don’t appreciate them.”

“But it’s not faaair!! Why aren’t there songs about me?” Dansaa shot upright, eyes sparkling. “It could go like… umm…”

He cleared his throat theatrically.

“♪ Dansaa, Dansaa, he’s the answer!!

Pretty, wise, intelligent and cute,

Looks good in anything, even a, uh… Santa suit!! ♪”

Rudorufu slowly turned to stare at him. “Truly astonishing,” he said flatly, “the paltry level of intellect required to construct such… incredible rhymes.”

“Thaaank you~ thaaank you!!” Dansaa beamed, bowing repeatedly, entirely missing the venom. “I do have a gift.”

Puransa, who had been half-asleep with a notebook on his chest, cracked one eye open. “That wasn’t a song. That was just… aggressive self-esteem.”

Bikkusen sat up enthusiastically. “Darling, it needs choreography. If you’re going to be delusional, at least be polished.”

“I could make it a dance trend!!” Dansaa gasped. “Kyuu-chan, film me!!”

Kyuupiddo appeared instantly, glittery phone already raised. “Say no more!! I love documenting hubris!!”

“No,” Rudorufu said sharply. “Absolutely not. There will be no unauthorised Dansaa-based propaganda.”

Dansaa clutched his chest. “You’re just scared my song would outsell yours.”

“You don’t have a song.”

“YET.”

Rudorufu sighed, rubbing his temples. “This is why humans don’t write songs about all of us. You try to market it before it's even made.”

“…Wait,” Dansaa said slowly. “Is that why?”

“Yes.”

“…Wow.”

A beat passed.

“…Can you write me one instead?”

Rudorufu stood up and walked out without another word.

From the hallway, Donaa’s calm voice drifted in: "I'll help you with the melody, Dansaa."

"YUUUUSSSSSSSS!!"

To be continued...