It was quiet outside, a calm settling over the village like a soft blanket. He had just finished his last mail delivery, and was lazily strolling through the town. He should've probably gone home earlier, eyes heavy with exhaustion, but his hands were itching to just release some of the pent up energy stored in them. Besides, it was the middle of the night and he was lucky to be in a place where almost everyone actually goes to bed.<br/><br/>Releasing a sigh, Lucas locked around hurriedly before stepping slightly closer to the fountain in the middle of the town. He tilted his head away, but moved his hand slightly closer, moving his finger in a swirly motion.<br/>The fountain lifted up slightly, a small swirl of water lifting and moving in time with his fingers. Rising and falling as it swirled gently around his finger.<br/><br/>As many times as he's done this before, nobody ever really goes outside at night....Besides the drunkards. But they're too drunk to remember anything; So if one catches him doing it, it's not cause for concern.<br/>He could stay there all night, but it's usually one of two things that cause him to move away from the fountain. People or Hunger. Unfortunately for him, he was too wrapped up to notice the former.