"Fuck no." JJ spat in disgust, "I'm a total internet shopper. Fuck lines and doorbuster sales, man." He'd never liked shopping. The internet was God. He wished he could take credit for it. It was much sneakier to hide presents when they came in the mail in boring brown boxes, too.
He wiped down the client's foot to check his work and get rid of some excess blood and ink. Just a few finishing touches and he'd be done. "Cool, give me like five more minutes on this and I'll be done. In the meantime you can grab a soda or some water from the fridge in the office, cool?"