#combeferrexjoly

Joly looked over from where he was sitting on the floor in the middle of the chaos, a nervous grin on his face. "If its any consolation, I didn't do it." Combeferre couldn't help but cross his arms in mock disappointment, waiting for the story. "Bossuet came over today and decided he wanted to make a cake. So I was getting all the ingredients out, because you know I can't so know to that face he makes, and I guess he had started sifting the flour without me, because when I turned around there was just flour flying everywhere. Needless to say, we ended up throwing flour at each other and this happened and I made him go home to shower."

There was a moment of silence where Joly frowned at the piles of flour around him and Combeferre shook his head fondly, trying not to laugh. It was too much, though, and after a moment he was chuckling, his shoulders shaking as he walked forward, glad he had already taken his shoes off. "Alright, I believe you. Now, what do you say we get this mess cleaned up and not think about cooking for the rest of the night."

"Alright." Joly grinned again, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stood. "Just one last thing." And with that, he threw a handful of the powder into his boyfriend's face, doubling over in laughter at the bewildered expression that followed.