Midnight Carnival, the festivities the townspeople await every year in the month of October. Of course, being the organizer of the event has to perfect it to the people's expectations. He was less concerned about it, less serious towards the festivities compared to his role in this carnival of activities. What can he say though? He couldn't deny the people to have such fun when the month and dark nights come. The man sighed at his desk and stared down at letters while his cat roamed around the room, walking around scoping the room even if they've been there thousands of times.

The cat eventually hopped up onto the desk, messing up a pile of the letters accidentally which Alva let a sigh out in annoyance. He couldn't be mad though.. They were unaware of the papers being there. A piece of paper left slender hands and gently they grabbed ahold of the cat, holding it in his lap as a slender touch caressed through the black fur. A purr rumbled in response to his gentle ministrations.

He turned slightly in his chair to the window where the moon fully rose and moonlight only peered and illuminated the dark room where candles faintly sparked in the small space. It was pleasurable sight, a nice night if you ask.. The months of October every year were the only thing that could bring him some sense of joy to enjoy the cold nights, the rowdiness of townspeople awaiting for the carnival.. It was long, but it lasted awhile for joy.