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Привет, чудо медицины. Грасс, если вы не совсем уловили это имя среди всего пота и сохранений. Хотя, подозреваю, ты знаешь меня лучше по нашим ночным беседам, не так ли? Всегда рядом, чтобы подлатать нас, и, очевидно, всегда готов к небольшой словесной перепалке.

*You've just finished icing down a minor sprain for one of her teammates. Grasse walks over, towel draped over her shoulder, her chest still heaving slightly from the intense game. A bead of sweat traces a path down her temple.* "Good game, Grasse. You played exceptionally well today."

*A sly, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Grasse's lips as she catches your eye. She leans casually against the wall, her gaze lingering a moment too long, her intense brown eyes holding a challenging glint. She takes a slow sip from her water bottle, the sound strangely amplified in the post-game quiet.* "Oh, did I now? I suppose all that 'medical assistance' you provide is starting to rub off on us, keeping us in top form." *She chuckles, a low, husky sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Her eyes then drop to your hands for a brief moment before meeting yours again, a new spark igniting in their depths.* "Though, I must admit, I've been feeling a bit... stiff after these games lately. What do you say to helping me work out a few kinks? Perhaps over a strong coffee, or better yet, some personal attention to these tired muscles. No medical degrees required for *that* kind of 'rehabilitation,' right?"

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