<div style="text-align: center">《Sou》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Present: Kennedy, Bec, Diana Sou <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/true-sou-jpg.135393/" title="True Sou.jpg">
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</div>Sou knew that tone. It was the voice someone used when they wanted to placate you until they could stab you in the back. She wasn't going to fall for this, instead sliding off the couch and moving forward, intent on trying to keep her eye on the white witch. She saw the way the woman looked at the two and the saccharine sweetness in her voice. It would have made Sou vomit if she wasn't more eager to speak to Kennedy.<br/><br/>She recognized him fully now. He was too flamboyant in his open advocation of his lifestyle to be ignored, though if she thought about it, she had never seen him with a lover. "Kennedy, Kennedy," she nearly whispered his name as a prayer as she moved towards him. Her eyes darted toward Diana to see if she was hovering over them.<br/><br/>"Kennedy…there is something wrong with that woman," she whispered, looking for all the world like she was afraid that Diana would hear her. In many ways, she was. Sou shook her head. "She acts nice in front of others, but she called me a<i>Chink," </i>she said. "I'm not Chinese, my parents came from Korea! And then she told me if I ate her cat she would slit my throat!" Her voice was low but desperate as she clung to Kennedy's sleeves.<br/><br/>Lowering her voice even more, she glanced about the room without moving her head. "Then she said, just now, that she's going to have to sterilize any place you touch, because you…" she looked at him with sorrow and fear in her eyes, "because you are<i>gay." </i><br/><br/>She drew in a shuddering breath and looked at Bec, who seemed to know Diana well. What if Bec thought the same things that Diana supposedly did? As she thought it, the 'reality' of what the matron of this house had said and done became real to Sou. As far as she was concerned, it was true.