"I really don't understand why you keep wanting to embarass yourself on public. Are you going in a chicken suit, then?" he began to draw as he spoke these words.
"Alex is planning something," answered he, folding one of his glasses' legs so that the other one was tucked inside the collar of his tee. Brushing his locks up, he added, "I haven't been too keen about the rest of the details, though. You could ask him if you want. Can you fetch the remote control?" one of his arm held itself over her shoulder.