The fact that they've been together for almost a year now surprises her more than anything; their personalities conflicting and their tempers short when pushed. She walks down the stairs of his home, still not believing that she had agreed to move in with him. But with both of them being adults and independent, the slight need of security lingers, a sort of loneliness when that security is absent. Her nails, that are painted with perfection in the lightest shades of blue, tug at the hem of her short dress. With that action she swears to not let Vanitas pick out her costume again, especially since she tried to keep the one she picked out for him in his tastes...but this? This was completely unexpected even though she knew from the start that he would pick something from the same costume family.

The hem of the crimson skirt is rimmed in ebony and only reaches to her mid thigh. The corset with the same palette shading plus the addition of lace is pulled tight around her torso, pushing her breasts upwards more than they've probably ever been. Her pale arms are bare and around her neck is a chocker that is identical to the corset. To finish off the outfit are crimson highheels and a headband sporting devil horns that rests atop her head.

As she walks her heels click on the wooden flooring and her hair sways a little bit last her shoulders. The costume wouldn't bother her as much if she didn't have to turn the corner into the living room to see Vanitas grinning at her like a sneaky cat waiting for his prey. While her hair crosses over her face to hide her left eye even as her right, red eye narrows to mask the slight blush touching her cheeks.

Vanitas' golden eyes seem to gleam with an implacable emotion as his eyes run over Fuu's body. Naturally he went against their agreement for costumes and gave his own a personal touch. Instead of a white collared dress shirt he wears a deep maroon shirt that has thin black stripes. The low neck of the shirt shows of his collarbone even if he had buttoned the formal jacket which hangs open on his shoulders. As usual his black slacks are tight around his waist thanks to a studded belt; the studs a deep red instead of silver. The rings on his fingers are all black and red, at least those remaining consistent with his attire. Fuu glares at him however, disappointed with his 'improvements' as she knows he'll call them.

But he knows what she's going to say before she can open her mouth, so he opens his and points to his teeth. Fangs extend from his gumline and she shakes her head, deep inside of her mind she had known the only thing he would keep would be the fangs. She snatches up the bowl of candy with grace, "They're coming."

Vanitas reaches behind him and flips the lock on the door into place. "There's plenty of other houses for those snot rags to get candy from beside ours." He strides cooly over to Fuu and runs his hand down her arm, fingers latching around one of her wrist. "What do you think about showing me just how devilish you can be?"

A smirk crawls onto her lips as she leans close to him only to shove the bowl into his arms, a gasp of air leaving his lips thanks to the force she put behind it. Fuu turns on her heel and strides back to the stairs. "Hand it out."

"Why should I?"

Her hips sway gently which each step she takes up the stairs, "I'll be waiting."

A growl crawls up his throat as their doorbell chimes throughout the house. "Agh! Stupid woman..."