Reindeer House pt.21.7
It's an extra bonus special!! Get ready to take a look at each of the deer's bedrooms — and somehow, every single one reflects their personality with alarming accuracy.
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⭐ Dashaa’s Room
Dashaa’s room looks more like a personal training facility than a bedroom. Free weights line one wall, resistance bands hang neatly from hooks, and there’s a massive mirror with faintly visible tally marks scratched into the corner — his rep counts, updated daily. A neatly made bed sits to the side, untouched except for the nights he collapses face-first onto it after training. Despite his protests, there’s a small shelf displaying carefully folded notes and medals… including one suspiciously labelled “Santa — Last Year”.
He insists the room is “just practical.”
Everyone else insists the hidden space heater is proof he does get cold.
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⭐ Dansaa’s Room
Dansaa’s room is pure aesthetic chaos. Soft lighting, fluffy rugs, and mirrors at every possible angle — including one inexplicably mounted on the ceiling. His bed is always perfectly made, not because he’s tidy, but because he takes photos of it constantly. Clothes are draped (tossed) over chairs and lamps, never folded, yet somehow always look intentional and artful.
Doesn't know where anything is.
There’s a ring light permanently set up by the window, and a whiteboard that reads:
POST IDEAS:
– snow selfie
– mysterious snow selfie
– snow but emotional
No one knows how he lives like this. Not even Dansaa.
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⭐ Puransa’s Room
Puransa’s room smells faintly of coffee and old paper. Books are stacked everywhere — on the desk, beside the bed, under the bed, and in teetering towers that look one sigh away from collapse. His desk is cluttered with notebooks, half-written drafts, discarded pens, and at least three mugs that may or may not still be warm.
Despite the chaos, his bed is surprisingly tidy — the one place where his exhausted brain demands peace. When he’s actually asleep (a rare and celebrated event), the entire house knows not to disturb him. This room is where masterpieces are written…
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⭐ Bikkusen’s Room
Bikkusen’s room is less a bedroom and more a luxury suite. His walk-in closet is infamously oversized — custom-built, with soft lighting, velvet-lined drawers, and space that could comfortably house two more deer. Every outfit is colour-coded. Every accessory has its own display. If you look at the lurid colours and glitter of his wardrobe too long, it's said you could accidentally go blind for an hour. His vanity is immaculate, lined with perfumes, candles, and enough skincare to moisturise a small nation.
The bed is plush, layered with throws and cushions that no one is allowed to sit on unless invited. It smells like cinnamon, vanilla, and confidence. If you leave his room feeling underdressed and under-moisturised, that’s intentional — and Bikkusen can't wait to fix it!! If you want to be dressed up, this is the room to go to.
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⭐ Donaa’s Room
Donaa’s room is calm, quiet, and warm — the kind of space that makes you breathe easier the moment you step inside. His furniture is sturdy and simple, built to last. There’s a piano by the window, polished and well-loved, with neatly stacked sheet music and handwritten compositions tucked beside it.
A knitted Christmas sweater hangs over the back of a chair, and a kettle sits ready for peppermint tea at any hour. It’s the room people unconsciously drift toward when they need comfort — and Donaa never questions why.
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⭐ Rudorufu’s Room
Rudorufu’s room is immaculate. Everything has a place, and everything is in that place. His desk is perfectly organised, with labelled folders, colour-coded charts, and a calendar so detailed it borders on prophetic. Even his bed is made with precise corners and symmetry.
Yet, if you look closely, you’ll find small rebellions: a novelty mug hidden in a drawer, a stack of silly sticky notes with terrible puns, and a tiny plush tucked under the pillow. He will deny all of it if confronted.
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⭐ Kyuupiddo’s Room
Kyuupiddo’s room is a sugar-fuelled wonderland. Gingerbread men are everywhere — on shelves, desks, bedside tables — some wrapped neatly, others half-bitten. The room is warm, colourful, and deceptively innocent. Giant stuffed toys and shiny trinkets are scattered about, and there’s suspicious locked drawer in the corner no one is allowed to open. There's enough sugar to fuel an army of gremlins in this room.
His bed is piled high with blankets and cushions, forming a nest he disappears into at night. No one knows exactly how many sweets are hidden in this room. Everyone knows it’s too many.
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⭐ Kometto’s Room
Kometto’s room looks like it belongs in a romance novel. Soft pinks and whites dominate, fairy lights twinkle gently, and there are handwritten poems pinned to the walls. A small shrine-like corner holds books, shoujo manga, pressed flowers, and… several artistic sketches of a certain horned figure.
He keeps the window clear so he can gaze out at the snow while sighing dramatically. Everything in the room feels tender, hopeful, and deeply emotional. Entering without permission is not advised — you will hear about destiny.
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⭐ Buritsen’s Room
Buritsen’s room looks normal at first glance — and that’s how it gets you. Scuff marks line the walls. A chair is permanently missing a leg (no one remembers when). Several objects are inexplicably broken despite being nowhere near each other. And yet, Buritsen himself sits happily among it all, completely unbothered.
His bed is messy, his shelves are crooked, and something is always about to fall — but somehow never lands on him. He calls it luck. Everyone else calls it a miracle.