[ Asougi heaves a sigh, satisfied, and rests his hand on top of Naruhodou's back, patting at it tiredly. If it had been anyone else at any other time of the year, he might not have taken being thrown onto his back as well as he was, all things considered. But Naruhodou had used his momentum and didn't apply much force to it, and the snow cushioned the fall, so he was just going to be wet but not sore. ]
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Let's call it a draw, then.