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"Sasha," Eno says one day. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
Sasha blinks. Red dusts the tips of his pointed ears, but he soldiers on regardless. "No, not really."
Eno nods. He fidgets, peering at Sasha in the way that he does when he wants to ask something but he's not quite sure he's allowed to.
"Why do you ask?" Sasha asks, frowning. "Is something bothering you?"
"N-no, not really," Eno mumbles. His shoe scuffs at the ground. His hands twist together. Finally, he bursts out, "Will you-kiss me, Sasha?"