Bloom

She caught him applying a bit of blush to his cheeks (why he was using the mirror was beyond her comprehension; he cast no reflection as per usual). Her raised eyebrows served as her inquiry. "I like to fake a bloom now and again," he said, smiling and gesturing to his face. "I fear that it's giving low life flat white zombie." "What in the actual fuck," she responded (shaking her head). Dracula stood and embraced his second wife, clutching her close. "Look at us, using modern street language!" he cooed.