::Semi-Closed RP for DEATH and Nny::

[waste_lock]

Well, it was either keep Dib awake with his restlessness, go back to his personal quarters, or prowl the halls. Or go out for 'coffee'. But at least there's a sort of professional justification, so that's what Nny did, Rry scampering at his heels.

Restless. Wherever he was, he was always restless.