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[scruffynerdhrdr]

WHO: Chuck Bartowski and Armand St. Just
WHAT: Sparring practice! And getting Armand to sparring practice, as a matter of fact.
WHEN: Yesterday.
WHERE: Hallways and the CES.
WARNINGS: Sadfacery? And teaching fail.

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[young_idealist]

Armand's first thought upon hearing that overly cheerful, annoying voice was that somehow Bruce was channeling Stephanie, because they were the ones who'd had their own agendas on making sure he didn't, one, starve, or two, stay hiding in his rooms too long. But it wasn't, although he was a little to foggy-headed to place the voice immediately. He only knew he knew it. Armand put his hands over his ears and called out, "Go away!"

[scruffynerdhrdr]

Chuck frowned slightly. "Aw, c'mon, you don't want to go to the CES anymore? We're not even shooting today." Which was good, because the firing range idea had fallen apart spectacularly. Maybe Chuck could get a paintball game going sometime, though. He filed that thought away for later.

Hm. He remembered Armand's most recent journal entry, which had been late at night, and the previous one in which he had mentioned something about a Captain Harkness. "Hey, are you okay?"

[young_idealist]

Oh good Lord, it was Chuck Bartowski. Armand groaned quietly and went to stand by the door. "I don't know if now is a good time, Chuck. I'm not well." That was very much a lie. He wasn't even hung-over anymore, but he was simply afraid to leave his room.

[scruffynerdhrdr]

"Aw, I'm sorry," Chuck said sympathetically. "Hey, my sister and her husband are doctors. They made sure to teach me first aid and how to treat the flu and stuff. Maybe I can help." I also have a computer in my head that knows everything about medicine. But that might freak you out.