The Portside Embassy

[LunaticOnTheGrass]

*Ever Nervous, Ever High-Strung, always worried; Erich entered the Embassy whilst rubbing his temples, muttering incessantly. Dutch handed Erich a half-empty bottle as if such an occurance were routine. Erich shyly sat a table away from Gauss and clunked his head down.*



I didn't mean it, I didn't mean for that to happen, oh, nein nein nein... I didn't mean to kill her.

*He took a swig and glanced up at Gauss a moment before his forehead once again met the table.*