[ yolo (for realsies this time)

he casts a quick glance around, scanning for anyone within earshot, or at least, anyone who seems to be following them before lowering his voice. ]

Whatever we plan, we should start by getting rid of anything identifiable. Your jewelry. My flag…

[ … reluctantly, he lets go of thorns' hand long enough to tear the fabric off, crumpling it into his pocket before picking it back up. there's still a matter of wiping it clean, but until then, he'll have to carry it with him. ]

I'll need you to check out hair dye for me. Hah. Being a once-in-a-lifetime hottie sure comes with its fair share of struggles.