"Shit. Are those fangs?"
“Eh?” He stopped in his tracks at the question, and peered at the spectacle behind the glass partition of a shop that the stranger audibly inquired about. The question, surely, was aimed at no one, but Jaerim took it upon himself to seize the opportunity for small talk. Conversation had to be made, he figured, for good relations to be established, and that was certainly integral in a place where he was relatively new.
“Ah! I do think they are!” His brow furrowed slightly as he, too, found himself taken by the still display. He tilted his head to the side, and inspected it with narrowed eyes. “Although, I’m not sure if a monster to be labelled as the ‘bogeyman’ would have fangs – I thought the lore would fit vampires.”
He laughed slightly, more so at his own self-amusement. He wouldn’t condemn these, of course, as long as they were not more greatly loved than the Father. “But I do not think it should cause much alarm. The Lord will protect us of all evil in this so-called ‘holiday’ season.” The minister smiled – a prelude to a bad joke.
“Besides, if the bogeyman was truly fearful, he would actually learn to…boogie.” The last word was accentuated with small rhythmic movements of his shoulders and arms. “And no monster can boogie better than God’s children.”
