Scene #8290: Why Do You Paint Landscapes With Film, Racer?

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Go Shijima	There is always something to stand and move upon in the Moeraean Eternity. Therefore, there is always a place where a photographer can set up. He probably isn't the first to have the idea, but Go Shijima has done exactly that. His is a model of camera notorious among photographers for its design issues, faults and unreliability, but the one he has somehow survives all of it to serve him well. The severed roof of an office building might be what he's standing upon--that's what it looks like to him, anyway. The camera is pointed upwards. The viewfinder sees countless suns kissing the horizon, casting the Eternity in an approximation of sunset. For Go, the threads that criss-cross the sky appear as chains, glimmering in the light cast by the plethora of suns. It makes for interesting pictures, which is what he needs--creative stimulation. Anyone who would happen to be nearby is bound to see it written upon his face: Go is stressed.
BB	How romantic! A racer at sunset! A painter on the fields of stellar imagination! A... Terribly sad boy. Staring up, and not out, at a complete stop. The incredible potential energy of a screaming dynamo at a cold, stellar stillness. Rushing through the infinite galaxy... As a viewer. An endless flat plane with Something to be on. And behind the disinspired artist, suddenly, is the creak of wood - mundane sound on the canvas of phantasmagorical color. Then, the creak of polished metal frame, and plastic-capped feet of a folding chair. Then, cloth-wrapped elbows thunking against lemonade stand folding table and wooden siding, rattling against the chaos of All. The sounds all happen quickly, a set-up before he even turns around. When he does, he is confronted by the ++<3<3TELL ALL YOUR PROBLEMS TO BB <3<3++ booth. At the seat, sitting triumphantly cross-legged is BB, sporting her islander-tan skin and pale lilac hair side tied with a red ribbon. She dresses in a high-collared black mantle-coat with deep sleeves and a magenta interior, barely contained in a white collared leotard tied with a drooping red bow out over a black vest and connected perilously short black skirt. Each leg is slid dangerously into a long black upper-thighboot, V-ing down the front to show a slice of skin to just north of the knee and ending in a shiny black flat slipper-cap. Highlighting her figure as she leans forward, a confident sales-kouhai grin on her face, BB calls out to Shijima Go, composing just past her. "You had a whole BBeach paradise to search for answers or fun or girls, and you're out here, alone, nowhere, anywhere." The Moon Cancer observes slyly, white-gloved fingers exposing a contrastingly tan wrist from her sleeve. "Why don't you tell your BBeautiful, intelligent, all-powerful Earth Deity your problems. I'm much BBetter than any spiritual presence you can ascribe meaning to, BBecause I actually am capable of returning a call." The ending, dire and annoyed, lifts to a sweet, impish expectance. "So? Offer your sorrows to me, and I'll fill your cup with something else in return. It's a good deal!"
Go Shijima	Anything could be out here--they say that this place is the heart of the Multiverse. So a creak, heard from behind, is certainly cause to turn around, if not cause for caution. "BB!" She is cause for caution, too, but Go Shijima doesn't feel that way. No, it's not caution on his face, but warm, relieved surprise. "Nice entrance," he says, stepping up to the booth and laying a palm flat against it. The camera hangs by its strap around his neck, slowly twirling from the speed with which he'd turned around. He runs a hand through his auburn hair, until it bumps agains the lowered hood of his white zip-up sweater. "Well," he says, knowing well enough by now that BB won't be dissuaded once she's got her sights on something, "How about a chair, for starters?" He can still joke, but she's right--something is making him sad. "I like the richness of the sunet here," he asides, "When there's so many suns but they're all going down. And people say that the tethers in the sky look like different things to different observers. So I wanted to see if shooting it would capture it--or if I'd manage to take a photo where the backdrop is the same, but the subject matter changes for every viewer." He pauses. "More than it already does, but that's getting into a discussion about gaze and context, I think." But, the BBeautiful, intelligent, all-powerful, call-returning Earth Deity wanted to know the other 'why,' not the immediately relevant one. Go frowns, his brow momentarily furrowed, hands sliding into the pockets of his hoodie. "It's helping to take my mind off of Chase," admits Go. "We had a fight." She can tell by the way he says it that it's not the kind of 'fight' that Kamen Riders have, but the more raw kind that families have. At least, that's how he seems to think of it. "It's like looking in a mirror. I can't say I don't deserve it, but all I am is a killer to him, and as long as I'm Kamen Rider, that's all I'll ever be. So I threw the Mach Driver at him, because I wanted to see if he'd smash it. Part of me wanted him to," Go continues, "Spite, I guess." "At least then he'd have to find a different reason to hate me." Go takes a deep breath. "I just want things to be okay between us. I want to protect our family with him, and it's not fair for him to ask me not to, when he wouldn't give up his Viral Driver or the Break Gunner if our positions were reversed. I know there's blood on my hands. I'd take it back if I could, but that's driving in reverse--not looking at what's ahead of you."
BB	"Me!" BB agrees full of showing cheer and agreement that she is, in fact: BB, present and accounted for, here in this place-if-it-could-be-called-that. Settled and surveiling, the cross-legged Moon Cancer takes all the worries-of-her with a smug flush, treating it all as eagerness whether it's fear or fair smiles. "Hmm, a chair for starters." BB contemplates, her gloved hair-rolling fingers fall from vertical to a limp horizontal, under her nose and across her face. Her lips find the hanging tip of the white glove and nibble there, shifting and pulling taut the cloth. Another creak, from an unsummoned breeze, in her lemonaid stand therapy booth, as things shift and the whole Multiverse groans quietly around them. BB's hand drops, its mate tugging the glove back taut to the filling press of her fingers. Dismissively, she gestures Go to the air in front of her. From the ground, yellow diamond-crystal rib-studded red and black checkered tentacles break the undefined ground beneath, pulling and squirming and lifting at four points. They coil, twist, extend and lengthen, slip and wriggle and pull taut, until the slightly-soft undulatory muscled limbs approximate an opposite-chair to BB. It looks... Perverse. Sitting down on it, however, is another experience: It feels, down to the miniscule detail, like a completely normal metal folding chair, with plastic caps on the 'sharp' ends, and not reality-violatory tentacles in a chair-shaped multitudinous construction. With Go's chair created, BB makes quite the show of sitting back in her (soft) chair, shimming herself into a more comfortable position, and teasingly uncrossing and leg-liftingly recrossing her legs before her. Austere, for a moment, and straight-backed, her deep-sleeved hands rest in her lap. Go explains. "And you do not want to forget Chase, nor will you heal by BBeing anyone else. The spirits of heroes are sooo difficult~!" BB laments lightly. Leaning back in the (bending-back, pliable) chair she sits in, BB arches her back, reaches her hands up, and frames the sky in an L of her fingers. When she comes back down, pushed back up by the back of her giving 'chair', BB holds a snapshot in film of the sky, all falling down in setting-suns. Setting it down before Go, she indicates the picture open-palmed. "Sunset." Gloved fingers down, she inverts it. "Sunrise. Gaze and context. You know this already." Up, BB's deep lilac purple eyes stare wantingly at Shijima Go's. "It's helping? Really? The price for your seating is not lying to BB, and the penalty is..." BB's eyes turn a bright neon error-alert red, flashing with cherry blossom pink horned hearts for pupils. "... Whatever I want! So BBe careful!" She threatens, before her eyes return to hair-matched purple with a fluttering blink. "Spite sounds correct. Feels correct. If BBeing Kamen Rider wasn't the right answer, then what was? Prove it. Push it into his hands and force him to answer, or flee. And what happened?" Flight. Driving into a ditch. "You just. You just. You just. I'm BBored. You want something BBut you're lying to me. You want something BBut you're lying to yourself. Why do you think your BBeloved BBrother hears your lies and rejects you?"
Go Shijima	By this point, Go is more or less used to BB's... mannerisms, and he moves to take a seat in the empty air trusting that 'something' will be there for him. He clearly hadn't expected the shape that something takes. He nearly jumps from the seat until he realizes it really is just a perverse approximation of something mundane, the ever-present metal folding chair. He's always been easy to fluster, and when he settles down from the initial shock of the chair, BB's deep gaze has his cheeks burning and his eyes locked, frozen on hers like deer in headlights. "I'm not lying," he pleads. "Really! 'Helping' doesn't mean 'fixing it completely...'" He'd been doing what he could, before she'd showed up. ... He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, when she guesses, correctly, what happened between the two of them. "I want a lot of things, BB, but not all of them are good to have, even if wanting things is part of being human." The spirits of heroes, as she'd said. "But... okay. I know what you're getting at." "I want to prove to Chase that being Kamen Rider doesn't have to mean being a destroying force," he says, with more certainty. "I want to make it into something other than that, not just for him, but for me."
BB	'I'm not lying,' Shijima Go pleads. 'Really!' BZZZZT rings the venomous warning buzzer that goes off in Go's inner ear. The last thing the auburn-haired Rider sees is the once-again neon-alert red eyes of BB, pupils cherry-aglow and horned, and a sad petulant pout of her wicked lips. The chair under Go's thighs drops forward, dumping his legs out suddenly onto the ground before BB's therapy lemonade stand as the Chair ceases to Chair. Sent to his knees and canted forward, when his knees stop, it is next his face that cants forward, directly down onto the plastic top of BB's table-- And a single white glove, ending a richly tanned arm. Go's face is dropped right into BB's palm, nose jammed into the crook of her palm, where the scent of salt water and ash, cloth, and cherry-blossoms envelops his face. Across his head, a shadow and the fall of thin, delicate strands. Across his brow, a hot, soft press. Besides his ear, the pillow-brush of lips. "I told you not to lie to me." Her hand squeezes, gloved fingertips hooking under Go's chin and jaw as BB pulls Go down. "You will BBe naked BBefore me, BBecause you are naked BBefore me. There, kneeling and hugged into the taBBle, kneeling and hugged into BB's perilous and perverse embrace, Go's 'penalty' hangs over him. BB continues to speak, slower and softer now, sweeter while her other gloved hand completes the embrace to stroke the back of Go's head, arm and elbow over the Rider's back. "You want a way to prove that you aren't a destroying force. And you are Kamen Rider. Will you prove that BBy gaining power? Wishing on a dark star, and drinking down the chalices of power, mounting every demon's ring, to prove that you really, definitely, aBBsolutely won't do it?" "No. I have heard of Kamen Rider. And... I will tell you why I can tell you are lying to me." "Kamen Rider is the violence of a kind of justice. Your BBrother is threatened BBy that violence, and rather than address the threat, you wish to address his reaction." BB pulls back, releases Go, sits in her springy-yet-real-looking chair. Beneath him, his own chair functions, though needs to be handled to be re-set-up. She crosses her arms under her chest and makes a great show of lifting her forearms while she shrugs, dismissive, arrogant, smug, concluded. "You will not wish for me to BBlast his fear away. So!" She smiles, eyes a rich, safe purple. "You may tell me your wish, or you may wish for the answer to BBe given to you. Your BBrother has paid his way, though, and you have not. You'll give me something." "For each wish."
Go Shijima	Go startles in his chair at the sound of the incorrect buzzer, looking around briefly as if he might see where it came from. He is thus totally unprepared for the chair essentially emptying him out onto the table, dropped into BB's waiting palm. It's a dangerous place to be, for a number of reasons. As his eyes trail up to meet hers, he can't stop the tremble that runs through him, nor can he hide it from her. Released, he fixes his chair and sits up straight again, but only after a nervous swallow. Part of him wishes she'd held him a little longer. "I... wish for the answer," he says. "And I'll pay whatever you ask. If I misunderstood what was going on that badly, I need all the help I can get."
BB	BB knows. She wears it in the dagger-fine pull of the corners of her lips that lift towards Go's acceptance of his role, place, scope of action. She wears it in the lean of her arm, flourishing the loose right bangs of her head with a white-gloved hand, the black pool of her sleeve around elbow and bicep, leaving tan arm to curl her fingers thoughtfully and performatively. The hand that Go's face had been driven into. Go fixes himself, settles, thinks, comes to his conclusion. BB continues her unsubtle perversions, a yawn at her aching BBoredom covered by the hand as an excuse to lay the hand over her own face, drawing in a testing, drinking breath with nose and mouth equally wantonly. The desperation is more delicious than the desire. And she doesn't have to do anything, BBecause Go can hear it in her, on the twisting teasing tone of the devil herself. She has that answer. She knows it, for a fact. She holds it, ransom, for his wish. Eventually, her gloved hand strokes over to her cheek, and she leans her head into the waiting palm. Her left hand reaches out with a purpose and need when Go speaks his wish, his 'I wish' moment, and it leaves him drainingly, the words and breath thick. Into her gloved hand, his breath and words twist literally, beneath a cosmic sunset soup, and reflect a washed-out rainbow without the sumptuous reality of living color. BB's gloved fingers close around the cube nevertheless, and with an unhesitating pill-popper's suddenness, opens her mouth and puts the cube in her mouth. Holding it, showing it out on her tongue and framed by her lips, her tongue curls back and she swallows the cube just as suddenly as it's created. Her throat bulges, as her eyes turn thoughtful on the flavor -- the substance, the will and wish behind it. It 'lands' in her, audibly, loudly, like a token dropping into the belly of a slot machine in the clink of objects against like objects. A wish among wishes. Quite casually, BB leans forward a few inches. "Listening?" She primes Go. "To prove that Kamen Rider Mach isn't a target-eliminating Kamen Rider, BBeyond all doubt, BBeyond all question, he must become a life-restoring Kamen Rider." "Shijima Go. Son of Sin. You will create new Roidmude life, and BBegin the restoration. Then your BBrother will recognize you as you are."
Go Shijima	Go nods--even if she weren't playing him with every little gesture and affectation, this answer is something he wants badly. He's listening, and trying not to think about how his wish was given form specifically so that it could be taken from him. Swallowed. He isn't doing a good job of not thinking about it, but again, he's listening. "Thank you, BB." The answer gives rise to a swirling mass of more questions. She can see them forming inside of him, even as he tries to put on a determined expression. What will Tomari think? What will Krim think? Kiriko? He doesn't care, or maybe he thinks he can turn them. Either way, the most important of all of them is not 'what' but... "How do I do that? Is that knowledge, or ability, something I can wish for, too?"
BB	She swallows up his almost-enough wish, and from it, understands more fully the shape of his desire. Or she doesn't! She consumed it, and now, it is no longer Shijima Go's. The solution was. . . Obvious! And yet, difficult. BB watches for the delight of an answer well given and well received: And receives instead what she really wanted, that dire, wild look in the eye of finally understanding! Kicking back and giggling, arms wrapped low about her stomach, hugging herself and doubling over then, BB laughs and kicks and makes grand merriment. "Yes! That's right! You weren't ready to confront it, BBut now you must!" She urges, bouncing out of her squishy-smushy 'chair' to lay hands wide across the lemonade stand, lean over it, sway and smile and hang arched and expectant and excited. "Well. You could wish for it." BB admits, her eyes warning-red, her pink pupils curlingly horned, her smile daggers to the front. "BBut then, since it's all~ you~ want~, to do it I'd eat all~ of~ you~. Oops! You're out of things to offer me that I want for now!" The devil teases. "And I'm not interested in collecting dolls, so I won't do this thing for you either. Hmm. . . For this, you'd need a different devil, wouldn't you?" BB brings her left hand up, to teasingly flick a single white-gloved finger over her tan chin, winking and tongue peeking out to maximize her sadistic charm. "... You'd need your father, wouldn't you? Can you find Justice... In what That Man created?"
Go Shijima	"Absolutely not," says Go, shaking his head vehemently. "I'm not wishing him back into the world so that he can bring more hurt into it. I'd rather ask Krim, or maybe Professor Harley, or even see if they could work together. Maybe I'd even ask Brain to help them. Or..." Ask him to 'help' them, when they refuse. He makes an expression of distaste, as another thought strikes him. "Why are we not allowed to escape him, BB? Why is it that everything we do to each other and the people around us traces back to him?" He leans forward, elbows on the table, head in hands. "Of course there's justice in what he created. There's me, and there's Chase, and there's Heart. He never appreciated it." Go sighs and sits back up. "There's got to be another way. I don't want to subject them to him again."
BB	"You could ask for help, mmm, BBut did you before?" BB asks, pointedly, her consideringly-curled fingers about her down-tilted, chin, looking through the tops of her eyes and down her impish nose to her devilish grin. Go gives her all the amusement of working through it that she had actually encouraged, and so she luxuriates in him moving through the understanding a bit more. "Escape him? Allowed to? You're allowed to escape whenever you like. You could disappear into any number of places, into any number of ways." A dark giggle. The devil-deity's eyes, neon warning red, hover cherry-pink horned hearts over Go. The penalty, for lying. BB doing whatever she wanted. An open, anticipatory, welcomed threat. "Just say 'BB! I just want to escape!' and I'll happily take you away to where nothing will eeever bother you again." BB yawns, then, back a bit, drawing in a full breath, and performing the full, languid, eye-closing shoulders-up arms stretching yawn, understimulated and mouth wide with how droll it was. "It wasn't a lie: It was BBoring, though. That stuff you said. Why does it trace back to injustice? You know why." Plopping back on her own chair, BB sniff-humphs, dismissing with a 'move along now' of her dismissive white-gloved hand. "You want to BBenefit from the world he created BBut not fix the problems he created. You want to BBelieve hard enough, that they'll listen, that they'll understand. It doesn't restore them. It doesn't BBring them back. They have no hope. They have spite. They have revenge. And you, human boy, Kamen Rider. You have everything." "Make it real, or wish for it to be over, Shijima Go. You have nothing I want you'll give me, and have too much to ask the Roidmude to meet you half-way."
Go Shijima	He hadn't asked for help before. She's right about that, and he knows it, sitting there, chewing on the truth of it in frustrated silence. He stands up from the chair, waved off. "I'll make it real. I didn't ask for help, but these days I'm doing a lot of things I wouldn't have done before." His fist clenches at his side. "Even if Krim, Harley, or Brain won't help, there's one last person out there who might be able to. Aruto Hiden has the power to make that kind of person, and the kind of heart it takes to treat them the way they deserve to be treated." "What do I owe you for the answer I wished for?" he asks. "Or..." Go relaxes his fist, and frowns. "Was that... thing you did, earlier, the payment?"
BB	BB had not, exactly, known what Shijima Go would do, to being dismissed such. So casually! He had begged, and he had borrowed, and he had BBed, and now, he was BBeing sent off. Or not. Another prompt, but one that the young Rider took in his own way. The way he was going to, inevitably, but-- There's that little look, an almost-pout, almost-sad that Go found his resolve and feet under him, and didn't decide to throw it all away at the devil's precipice. Instead, Go finds the name inside of him, the ''answer'' that wishing on the digital devil uncovered from within him. BB smiles, more restive, at the named man, and the talk of squaring up. "Hmm? What you owe me? BB? Your call-answering divine BBeauty?" Her tap-tap-tap on her chin is the diegetic ellipse that makes Go wait out all three beats before BB gets laconically, indulgently to her point: "Anticipation, success, and thrill. You'll offer me all three." "Anticipate your failure, or my enrichment! Succeed, or succeed at pleasing me! Find the thrilling conclusion, or meet your thrilling end!" BB's ellipse tapping finger uncurls under her lips, a palm to hold her suggestively blown kiss, warning-red horned-heart pupiled eyes winking and wavering madly. "If you won't be an incredible hero for the world and your BBrother: You'll be an incredible hero for BB! Forever!"
Go Shijima	"Anticipation, success, and thrill..." Go grins, despite the formless expanse all around him and the devil in front of him. "That's just Superstar Action in more words, and it's my specialty, BB. So I guess I bought that answer for a song, huh?" He walks around to her side of the booth, his newfound boldness burning hot enough to reach out and run a hand through her hair, trailing down her face to caress her cheek. "Thanks for listening," he says, eyes meeting hers, peering into those heart-pupils. "I know you'll be keeping an eye on me--you always seem to show up at the right time. I can't wait to give you a good performance." He lets his fingers escape the gentle curve of her face, then turns to leave. In this formless, tangled place, that means finding the familiar shimmer of a warpgate in one of the shifting 'entrances.' He knows the one that took him here, and that's enough. There's one final look over his shoulder at BB as he leaves.
BB	The formless expanse extends in every direction, danger in the recesses, treasure perhaps in crevasses and depths. Above, a wondrous sunset of every kind, just approaching an oranged twilight of galaxies and dark blanket of twinkling light. Beauty, eternity, endlessly. Shijima Go steps past the 'front' of the booth, innocent and wooden. On the reversed side, he enters a different world. BB sits at a chair, wooden, crossed-armed and canvas-seated and backed. A director's folding chair for a studio. Around, vaguely, the parts of a set. Past that-- Shijima Go stands on a clearly marked white grid square, an empty frame that yet defines a walkable plane. Several across exist in every direction before the frames turn vertical, creating a fence-like wall. Beneath, an abyssal depth of star-reflecting void, an emptily glittering surface of a bottomless ocean. He's been here before, perhaps, in dreams. He is here, now, in reality, a living moment: Void Space. The grid of the Moon Cell, spread across the surface of an endless dark azure. And here, in this particular bit of gridded out terrain, the Reversed Side of the Morean Eternities is the stage of the BB Channel. Where the odd seat Go had sat in was, the fainting couch of the Moon Cancer's devilish despair demense is. Objects 'make sense' in space on this other-side-of-the-coin, in space and time, but hang surreally at the same time, organized much in the same way the Morean eternity is: Kaleidoscopic, spinning, smearing in every direction around the vision. The only constant, actual, fully Real presence: Is BB. More real than anything else, more real than experience, more real than Go. Her falling hair is a lilac chaos and cardinal-ribboned perfection. Her cheeks, blushing darkly, beg every sense for something, and the pout of her full lips inflame every passion to find it. Go, bravely, steps right up to the seated BBeing, reaches out to her, bold. Stepping closer, the hearts in her eyes, horned and glowing burn-in sakura pink over pools of neon caution red, grow by proximity. When Go runs his hand through BB's hair, and his eyes meet hers, peering into her eyes: His face is lit with the light-points of pink, and the horned hearts tremble at the edge of the limbal ring. Close enough to touch, her eyes are thick sakura pink hearts fit snugly in caution-red pools that dominate her face. From the limbal ring, swooping curls of black horns mark out into the whites of her eyes, a Proof of something that announces itself. BB smiles, and makes a show of peeling off her glove from her right hand, finger by finger, while her cheek is stroked and she is thanked. With the glove removed, she lifts the hand to hold Go's against her cheek. "Mmmmmmmm..." She begins, holding Go just a little bit longer, throaty-high with her pleasure at such a wonderfully aggressive move, thanking her. "... Maybe there's a few small things I could have a little fun with, if you gave them to me. BBut you have to give a lot to me to even satisfy me a little, and, aaaahh..."
BB	Time Stoppu! (It's like the Heaviness, silly! Except, untransformed, BB's Authority pressure is like an Evolved Roidmude's Super-Heaviness at full BBlast! Oops! You never had any chance to BBegin with! Squirming and seeing encouraged!) BB stands up, sliding her booted feet out of her chair into Go's stance right before the chair, standing feet together to fit so close to Go and her director chair. She's very, perversely, insistent on standing that close. Horned-heart eye to eye, she gives Go a wild look before sliding her soft cheek past his hand, and her lips tantalizingly past his cheek to make a BBreathy sort of quiet love to, her words breathless yet carrying, her cheeks sizzling in pressure-stopped reality against Go's. "I'd love it actually if you failed. I think it'd be BBetter... Ah... but not for you. For me! For us! BBut me." Wicked, rolling laughter bubbles out of her, and BB hugs Go, eager and BBouncing like a girl with a new favorite doll - life sized, fully conscious, and entirely under her control for the moment. Her cheek doesn't leave his cheek. Her lips do not leave his ear. Time does not resume. "I think what the Moon Cell needs is a loyal Rider, to kill and eat all the mages that are ruining the world, so that the Earth can be reBBorn, since humanity just won't leave the cradle. And I think I know..." "Just... the..." Dark, twisted mirth. "Girl! Mmm, girls are so much better as spirit origins, and as Servants. And I think it's time we had a main, female Rider." BB plants a perverse wet kiss in Go's ear, precisely to force him to endure the sound, and pulls back, returning her hand to Go's stopped palm on her cheek. "So! You can fix things with your brother, or-- Forget all that! And I'll use that Spirit Origin you gave me to make you my slave." With a beat, the TIME STOPPU ends, and BB sighs warmly, like a girl who just had smooth moves put to her, and who did not do all the things she just did. "I think your hair would look wonderful if it was long." She murmurs wistfully. Go shifts away to leave. When he turns, BB is pulling a golden ring that he knows is His out of her mouth with left thumb and index finger. With those fingers, she delicately slides the new golden ring onto her bare right ring finger, where there is already one. Each of her fingers on the right hand, including thumb, has a golden ring on it. When the new one -- Go instinctively understands it is His -- clicks into place onto its mate on the finger, Go feels a distant electric thrill up his spine. By the time he turns to leave, BB is sensously pulling back on the white glove over her right hand.