Summary: Bryan Kuznetsov and the victory sign.
Victory
By: Nezitsuki
Bryan stared at the paused video in front of him. That damned Granger brat was making that sign with his fingers again. It was the same sign he saw every time he turned on the T.V. and every time he watched people win something. What was so great about that sign anyways? Bryan looked down at his own hands, pushing his index finger and his middle finger apart to form a V.
He stared and wondered why the Granger brat liked to do it so much. It didn't make him feel anything at all except for irritation at the mystery.
OMG. Bryan thought as he felt his face start to form a smile for absolutely no reason at all.
Shit. Bryan thought again right after thinking his first thought. He was starting to think chat speak in his head! The V-sign was starting to affect him! Damn Granger! Damn the V-sign! Damn everyone who did it on National television and damn his own curiosity!
He stared in horror at his hand, smile gone as quickly as it tried to appear. He fought to keep more thoughts thought in chat speak away from entering his mind and attempted to force his fingers to stop forming a V-sign but found that he couldn't. Bryan gave a tiny gasp of horror at this and used his other hand to push his index finger and middle finger together but to no avail.
Bryan was about ready to break down and sob in an out of character manner and tried one last-ditch attempt. He reached into his drawer where his sharp, pointy objects were kept.
Later that day when he entered the dining hall, no one dared to ask the irritable Russian blader why his index finger and his middle finger were bound together with some cloth and no one asked him why he was glaring at Tyson like he wanted to kill him for no fathomable reason.
It was, Bryan idly thought, very satisfying to see the Granger brat almost wet his pants.