Sam was busy fixing his hair and makeup when he heard the screams of joy. Why was he fixing his hair and makeup? He wouldn't have been able to answer that question. It was just something he did without thinking about it anymore these days, a habit encouraged and supported by his beautiful, perfect sister and now a part of him. He probably would have frozen on the spot if someone had pointed out to him that he was making himself as good looking as possible for the pair out in the living room.<br/><br/>After the scream he checked himself front and back again, seeing his tight clubbing dress was still on perfect and gave a quick pose in the mirror with a cheerful smile before sneaking over to the door and cracking it open. She was collapsed on his chest now and he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking maybe this was his chance to sneak past and into his room. Of course if he was really serious about sneaking he might have taken off his heels first. But again, he just sort of wore them around the house these days and didn't think of it. First it had been to get used to how they felt, then it was because he liked how he felt sexy and powerful in them, now it was just because that was who he was without putting any thought into it.<br/><br/>And so his heels clicked on the wood floor as he walked out of Clarissa's room, shooting his sister a gentle, happy smile if she happened to look up and see them.