Roldan was baking. His nan's funeral was right around the corner and Roldan had been moping all day. But he had to bake cupcakes for said funeral.
Suddenly, the door swung open behind him and in came a herd of his least favourite people. Ever.
"Y'orite like, Roldan?" Alex asked, "You seem a bit under the weather, mate."
"I told you yesterday," Roldan begin stiffly, "My grandmother has passed away and I am preparing cupcakes for the funeral."
"Nahhh mate, that's tough, I'm sorry." Alex pat his back violently.
"Yes."
"Did your nan hate gays?" Sienna chimed in, taking the electric whisk out of Roldan's hands, "Can we help bake?" Sienna whisked the mixture without Roldan's consent, "What are we baking?"
"I am baking cupcakes, and no you may not help." Roldan snatched the whisk from her grasp, "Leave this kitchen at once, I am grieving."
Gwynplaine, Sienna and Alex frowned. "Oway, Roldy, let es help." Gwyn frowned.
"No."
"Jarjar!!!l" She whined, "Roldan won't let us bake with him!"
Jareth took a step closer to Roldan, "Roldan, Gwynplaine and her dim friends would like to bake with you."
"But it's for my deceased grandmother's funera-" Roldan argued.
"They would like to help." Jareth said, in a strict tone that Roldan could not argue with.
"Fine." Roldan said reluctantly and he handed the whisk back to Sienna.
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the bad decisions of a twisting heart and mind
Fanfictionseveral anecdotes regarding the life of jareth the goblin king, his loyal servant roldan, alex turner, and two random girls who make the story better
