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Right above Joaquim's right ear was a shock of pink hair - a hereditary relic from some ancestor that had done daring things with their genome. It stood out garishly from the rest of his raven black tresses, and it could have easily dyed it over, or even been re-gened. But he wore his genetic aberration proudly, much to the chagrin of his most austere family. It was things like this that Korin and Joaquim whispered between themselves, after the sex, the two of them desperate to chase away the silence that filled the halls of the Salome.