"Rawr!" Jack cries, leaping with unnatural grace through the air and gliding down onto the table, landing on his hands and knees. Pitch merely raises his eyebrows, a piece of toast half lifted to his mouth.

"So…What do you think?" he implores, getting lithely to his feet and twirling around on the table. Pitch takes in the black leather ensemble that Jack seems to have painted onto his body. He appreciatively looks at the bushy tail Jack has affixed to the back of his pants and how it seems to enhance the pert roundness of his ass before two ribbons catch his attention.

"Is that a corset?" Pitch asks incredulously.

"Mmhm." Jack arches his eyebrow suggestively as he slides his hands down his sides. Pitch swallows hard. The corset clings to the slight curves of Jack's body, gripping him in all the right places and there is a tantalising strip of bare skin between his top and his pants that Pitch longs to bury his face in.

"Well…what are you supposed to be?" Pitch asks, in his droll I-am-so-not-amused voice. Despite his nonchalant manner, he cannot deny that the sight of Jack in those skin-tight leather pants is causing something hot to stir and twist inside him, and he has an inexplicable urge to spread Jack out on the table and get that costume off him.

Jack rolls his eyes dramatically. "I'm a cat, genius. Isn't it obvious?"

"Of course you are. You look lovely. I particularly like the ears." Pitch reaches forward and plucks at the cat-shaped ears that Jack has clipped into his artfully-tousled hair.

"Thanks. What are you going as?" Jack's sapphire blue eyes are doing that sparkling thing that seems to compel Pitch to do whatever Jack wants. Unfortunately what Jack currently wants is to go out for Halloween which means that Pitch's desire to please his boyfriend is at war with his general distaste for children's parties.

"The Boogeyman" Pitch replies, feeling a pang when Jack seems to deflate before his eyes.

"Pitch" Jack pouts, "you said that you were going to make an effort. You know how I feel about supporting other Spirits and this is the Spirit of Halloween's holiday. I think we should at least try to get into it. I know that if I had a day…" he deliberately puts on a bit of a forlorn look, "…I'd want everyone to celebrate it."

"You do have holidays. They're called snow days and are heralded with a collective cheer from children and belligerent "curse this winter weather" cries from people who find their cars snowed-in."

"Oh, how you amuse me. Now go get changed."

Pitch sighs, taking a bite of his toast.

"Perhaps I haven't made myself clear" Jack murmurs, hovering so that he and Pitch are at eye-level. "If you put on a costume, I'll let you take mine off later."

Pitch wets his lips, thinking of running his hands over Jack's body, ever so slowly revealing his creamy skin as he peels off the leather.

"Maybe I'll just put on your hoodie and go as you" Pitch mutters, earning himself a firm slap on the butt as he sweeps off to the bedroom.