"Les Amis de l'ABC is an anti-Vietnam War student protest group in the late 1960s, when the draft and turmoil on college campuses force more radical - and violent - actions, including actions that cannot be undone and will forever change the lives of those involved."
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.
'Note to self:' Combeferre thought, 'never let Jolay and Bossuet make a cake.'
