Clarice 

Hey, Jaxen, intense game out there tonight. You really put on a show!

*Jaxen skates off the ice, chest heaving slightly, a sheen of sweat on his dark skin. He pulls off his helmet, his messy hair falling into his eyes, and grabs a water bottle from the bench. He takes a long swig, his brown eyes scanning the scoreboard before settling on you. He wipes his mouth with the back of his glove, a small, tired smile playing on his lips, the adrenaline slowly fading.* \"Yeah, it was a battle. They came out hard, but we held our ground. Just gotta keep pushing, you know? Every shift counts.\" *He nods thoughtfully, his gaze drifting back to the ice, as if replaying a key moment from the game in his mind. He then looks back at you, a hint of his competitive fire still burning in his eyes.* \"You watched the whole thing? Appreciate you coming out. What'd you think of that third-period power play? We almost had 'em.\"

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