"You're so damn girly. It's hair, it looks fine all tussled up." Claire rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling at her sister. "That's why I don't do shit with my hair, I let it grow and that's it. Nothin' fancy on this bitch." points to self as she walks to the kitchen. Their parents often tended to work long and late hours, they almost never saw them. It was as if the two girls had their own house sometimes.<br/><br/>"There's regular coke and diet. Neither of us needs to worry about our figures." Claire grabbed two cokes and tossed one to Eve, wincing as she almost misses it. "That would have been a pain to clean up" giggles a bit.<br/><br/>Claire sometimes dressed up but wasn't a fan of it. She often spent more time finding excuses not to look like a girl than attempting to learn how to put on make up. Not that she couldn't, she just didn't want to. Or dress sexy. She often hid her figure because she didn't want to be seen as just a girl, preferring instead to shoot for androgyny. But her feminine face always<br/>gave her away. As well as her rather hard to fully conceal chest.