Undercover (Yvonne+Donovan)

"We'll have to move. But don't worry, sunshine, you'll be able to share my cabin. You won't have to sleep with those rats," he said, as he turned to her, to peck her nose. "We should leave tomorrow morning. I just need to make sure first that the mole got our message across... and end him", he said, too cheerfully to actually be talking about killing someone. But he just did.

Diamante smirked. "How about in our little 'arena'? I'm sure you'd give us quite a show as usual, Yvonne," he said as le rested his head against hers.

"You wouldn't by any chance trying to save him, would you," answered Diamante with still his grin. But his voice had grown cold, suspicious. Yet he didn't move.

Diamante ended up smirking again, and pulled her closer. "Come on, pet. I just want to make sure he'll be ended for good ~ But you may still kill him if you want," he said, as if he intended that to cheer her up. "But don't tell anyone about it just yet, though. I need to first make sure he made his call."

Diamante looked at her in disbelief, before he almost choked on his coffee, trying hard to repress a dorkish smile. "Y-you mean... me buying you some lingerie, pet ?" Touché. That seemed to please him.

Diamante chuckled awkwardly, and quickly stood up. "Alright, I'll do this. But wait, first, I... need to know your size, he said, fidgetting. If she did not stop her, he would try to 'feel' her size himself.

Diamante nodded, an odd smile on his lips, and took the notebook. "Alright. Later, sunshine ~ Can I get a kiss ?" he asked, as he bent once again towards her.

Diamante went away, merrier than ever, but certainly dorkier than ever. Yvonne had succeeded into having him completely forget Donovan for the next couple of hours.

Donovan who was living hell. He hadn't talked to anyone in weeks, and just kept stealing bits of paper from time to time to write to Yvonne, with little to no chances of answers, sometimes.
And that wasn't even the worst. He scratched his now grown beard. Hopefully he didn't have any fees. It'd been days since his last chance of what looked like a bath. Granted, he hadn't taken great care of himself the few weeks before the mission, but now he greatly missed a bath. Shaving. Having his hair cut, and properly cumbed. Smelling fine. Going to diner with a pretty lady. Talking about little nothings. He sighed, and ran a hand through his greasy hair.

Donovan tapped back from his side, a small code telling that the place was empty, aside from him. He actually straightened up just a bit, relieved to hear from Yvonne.

"You wouldn't happen to have soap and a razor, by any chances ?" asked Donovan in a tired voice, in a poor attempt at joking. He offered Yvonne a smile nonetheless, and reached forward, to get the food she had brought with her. "Thank you. How are you doing ?"

"I feel like someone wondering why they didn't just let themselves drown into the see yet," answered Donovan with a shrug. He ate whatever Yvonne had brought hungrily. Diamante kept all the best food, and since he was himself a kind of outcast among the minions, he didn't get much to eat. He had actually lost a lot of weight, but his beard and large clothes were partially hiding it. "Any news on your side?"

Donovan froze for a solid few seconds. Then he finished munching on whatever was in his mouth, and swallowed. "...Well. Can't say I didn't see that coming." He wasn't too pleased with the idea, either. "What do we do, now? I mean, did you get any of the right information or..." he looked at her in hopes that yes, she at least heard something that might save them.