Watching until Lucas was out of sight, Shift stared back at his plate with rising frustration. Letting out a long sigh, he gazed up at the ceiling, wondering why his plans for tomorrow were eating away at him so fiercely. It would prove ideal for all parties, but the mere thought seemed to stir latent fears...the mystery of which only furthered his aggrevation. Stuffing down the remainder of his meal, Shift collected his plate, adding it to the pile of unwashed dishes.<br/><br/>Hoping to taking his mind off things, and do his part as a guest, Shift located the supplies he needed and began washing. At first, things went smoothly. Bread crumbs gave little trouble when cleaning dishes, but a bit more strength was needed for some of the older plates. Gradually adding pressure, Shift remained diligent, but to no avail. Getting nowhere with this approach, an impulsive burst of strength pushed through, fracturing the plate in every direction.<br/><br/>Freezing up at the sight, Shift simply stared at the plate - at the damage he'd done. It should've been a simple task, but...now he needed to abandon it. More damage seemed sure to follow if he continued. Returning the item to rest, Shift quickly gathered his clothes and left for the stream out back. More than getting clean, he felt a desperate need to cool off and unwind. A restless spirit was sure to bring ruin.