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The terms were fair. That had always struck him as funny about Julia. Not funny ha ha but funny curious. She wandered about most of the time he'd known her with a piece of her soul missing. Like a ghost. A shadow of herself, more prone to the darkness than the light. And yet she'd always been fair. Loki often wondered if, under the same circumstances, he would be as candid and impartial. He didn't think so.
In fact, Loki was quite certain that if he had ever found himself in Julia's shoes, he would have been a terror.
He gave a dramatic sigh when she passed the contract through the slot. He snatched it up, gave her a sidelong glance, and then read through it again. More carefully this time. More than just a fleeting passover. Then he used the sharp edge of the paper to cut his finger. It was just a sliver sliced through the flesh. He had to pinch the skin together in order to make it bleed. Then he pressed it to the paper. A smeary red print left in its place.
Then back through the slot it went.
"I've missed these little moments between us, Julia. We really should do this more often."