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For Anatoly, backdated to July 8th
Jul. 10th, 2010 06:24 pmTonight had been a good night in Lex's opinion. He'd been able to get out some of lingering aggression that he hadn't dare show anyone and best of all, he'd be able to take it out on someone most deserving. He'd even won the match, which actually surprised him a little, since his experience was usually the opposite, especially in Smallville. Mr. Trumper's ego must be killing him.
Though as he was walking up to the hut soaking wet, Lex realized he might have a problem. He was going to have to explain the bruises and scratches that now showed up vividly on his pale skin. The first rule meant he'd have to lie, which while easy enough for him, wasn't exactly what he wanted to do to Anatoly just after getting him back. Still...it was better off if the Russian didn't know. He'd just worry.
Acting as thought nothing was wrong, Lex walked into the hut as if he'd just been on a stroll to the compound and moved walked over to where they kept their clothes to dig out a dry set.
Though as he was walking up to the hut soaking wet, Lex realized he might have a problem. He was going to have to explain the bruises and scratches that now showed up vividly on his pale skin. The first rule meant he'd have to lie, which while easy enough for him, wasn't exactly what he wanted to do to Anatoly just after getting him back. Still...it was better off if the Russian didn't know. He'd just worry.
Acting as thought nothing was wrong, Lex walked into the hut as if he'd just been on a stroll to the compound and moved walked over to where they kept their clothes to dig out a dry set.