Jackson nodded slowly and read over the contract, front and back, being extra sure that there was nothing he could have possibly missed. After doing so, he looked over at Karito and raised an eyebrow. "But I have a question for you," he began, rolling up the contract, "what if I don't feel this guilt you talk about?"
A Deal with the Reaper~ (OxO)
Karito shrugged. "Then you don't feel the guilt. I can be whatever you need me to be. A mercinary, a killer, a guardian. Just, please for the love of death. I am so bored." He sighed and crossed his legs prettily, a small smile on his lips. "The other reapers have no idea what the meaning of fun is. They're so boring." He sighed and glances at Jackson. "I'm sorry, but I never caught your name."
Jackson took in the information, nodding slowly. He began stretching as he went back to the stool in front of his unfinished painting. "Hmm. I see," he mumbled, then continuing on to speak louder. "My name is Jackson," he said in an increased volume. He unrolled the contract in his hand and placed it against his lap where his legs were slightly exposed. He read over it one last time, making sure he had left absolutely no detail unviewed. Once he did, he looked back at Karito with a slightly uninterested look. "And I guess I'll agree to your little contract."
(( I am so so sorry for disappearing from notebook. I was going through an absolute nightmare, but I'm better now, and I'm here. If you'd like to continue that is.))
((Thank you for your patience and understanding ^^))
Karito nods at Jackson stating his name, leaning back in his chair and smiling as he waited patiently. "Sounds wonderful. All I need you to do is sign the paper." He hummed as he adjusts his sword and glances around. "After that I need names of the people I'm supposed to kill." He coos, flipping his hair over his shoulder.
Jackson slowly nodded and carefully signed the manilla paper. He questioned the legitimacy of the so-called reaper as his hand scrawled his signature. Once he finished, he lifted his hand from the paper and handed it to the reaper with a scrutinizing look. He decided to start carefully with one name, just to test it.
"Evie Crickard," he spat, "I want her dead. She's a nuisance."
Karito watches as he writes his name, humming in satisfaction. He nods as he takes the paper back, tucking it away. He licked his lips as he heard the name. He bows ever so slightly. "Done." With that, he disappears in a puff of smoke.
About an hour later, he returned, a small smirk on his lips. "Taken care of." He coos happily. A simple heart attack. Nothing too suspicious. He could have had her run over by a car, but that would have taken the fun our of watching her panic on the side of a road as her heart failed her.