Evan winced as his alarm went off. It was still dark, and he groaned as he read the time. 1:00 in the morning. He hated this, but this was the only time he could do what needed to be done without anyone asking questions.

Evan got out of bed and dug down into his personal safe - a box under a month's worth of post-Danger Room socks. Nobody, not even Logan, would dare even try to see what he had hidden away. He got out the bulky, oversized plastic kit beneath and stumbled to the kitchen, which he raided for some moo juice and heated a tub within the kit for a few moments in the microwave.

Next he trod to the bathroom at the far end of the mansion, the one so far off that the only time it was ever used was when Kurt 'ported to it. Here, he would be safe from discovery.

After carefully setting out the cloth strips and getting out the spatula, Evan set down to work. Shedding spikes was no problem, but his spikes grew out of the same channels as his hair. That meant that every time he pulled his spikes back in, he risked ingrown hair follicles. This wouldn't be all that bad, except for the fact that splinters off his spiked caught in the inflamed area, eventually making things so bad that he had to cut it open with his pocketknife and spray disinfectant over the entire area. He'd covered his little problem by explaining away his injuries as boarding accidents, but he was still smart enough to take precautions.

Best to do the hardest bits now, before he started falling asleep again. He dipped the spatula in the jar, smeared the contents over the back of his head where the shaved bits of his hairdo were, then applied the strips.

RRRRIP

Man, he wished he could think of a less painful way to get rid of hair, and more importantly, hair follicles, in unwanted places than waxing. He didn't even want to imagine what a bikini wax would feel like. He rarely let the spikes at the back of his head out, only because he was worried about an infection if he had to draw them back in. He couldn't exactly explain that away as a boarding accident.

He'd always wanted a more sedate hairstyle, but naturally blond hair with black skin and his need to keep his spike channels clear nixed that plan. It was either this or shaving his whole head, and Evan didn't want to come across as the Professor's mini-me.

One by one, Evan systematically waxed every part of his body where the spike channels appeared, then washed off the wax bits that insisted on clinging to his skin. Finally, he was done and could crawl back to bed. He squirmed down into the now-cold sheets, and quietly groaned to himself as he realized that he'd have to do all this again in another two weeks.

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