X-Men Evolution: Rogue Evolution

Secrets, Secrets 9.7

"Will you quit poking my eye?"

"I'll quit poking your eye, An, when you stop squirming!"

"I wasn't squirming, Kat, till you started poking me in the eye!"

Evan reclined on Anna's bed just opposite the vanity mirror where the girls were finishing their makeup and was dressed in a strange green body suit with drawn on black sharpy scales. "It's productive conversations like these I value most about our time together." He tossed Anna's stress-ball in the air and caught it.

Kitty pushed down on Anna's cheek with a gloved hand to better reveal the waterline of her eye. "Do you work on being a 'D-bag' when you talk, Evan? Or is it something that just comes naturally to you?"

Evan threw the ball again and caught it. "A 'D-bag?'"

"Douche-bag," Anna answered for her. "Kitty, while I admire your weird commitment to never cursing, even I have to admit it gets a little confusing sometimes."

"My Nan taught me cursing is for girls who can't count past the fingers on their hands and women who don't want to marry a good man."

"I never saw myself as the whole husband, white picket fence, and 2.5 kids type, so I guess I'll keep cussin'. Sides, what numbers are really all that important past my fingers? It's why God made calculators.'"

Kurt, lay on Kitty's bed, and spread his long blue digits. "Am I allowed to count my fingers and toes? I think I can get through algebra with at least that much."

Kitty brushed a bothersome hair out of her face for the fifth or sixth time and back behind her ear. "Nan never got that specific."

"Ev, would you marry me if I couldn't count past -" Kurt finished counting his toes," twelve?"

"Every time. I'd marry you for your body, Kurt. Not your brain."

Kurt shined a wide pointed tooth grin. "What about my personality?"

"It'll work. Looks don't last forever after all."

"Jeez, Ev... You really know how to make a boy feel special."

"Done!" When Kitty pulled away Anna got a full look at her Bride of Frankentine's Monster look. Her face was white as fresh canvas, eyebrows flawless that ended with the sharpened point of a pencil tip, and on one cheek had a tastefully done lightning bolt that David Bowie would be proud of. Her lips were full and black, and her eyes had a sort of haunting definition that made them appear to nearly float in their sockets.

"Wow, Kitty." Anna leaned in close to the mirror for a better look. "This is... incredible!"

"I got inspiration for that old movie from the 30s with a little touch of Kitty Pryde!"

Anna looked up at Kitty whose hands rested proudly on the hips of her gold skirt with black detailing. Her similarly decorated tunic revealed just enough midriff to raise an eyebrow or two but not enough to upset any of the adult's more modest sensibilities. Kitty's black bob wig and little golden tiara shifted back and forth as she shuttered with excitement.

"Your Cleopatra is on point too!"

"Thanks!" She waved her fingertips near her eyes where eyeliner formed cat eyes and purple eyeshadow filled in the spots below her eyebrows. "The outfit was easy, it was the makeup that was a real 'B.'"

Anna turned in her chair and looked at Evan. "And which Ninja Turtle are you supposed to be?"

He stood with a huff and gestured to the light green midsection of his otherwise sold green suit. "Do you see a sash or weapons? I'm not a Ninja Turtle, I'm a Lizard Man." He spun around and pointed at a little triangle extending from his rear. "See my tail?"