Scott fumbled blindly as he searched for his visor, this had been going on for two days. You’d started with little things, his shirts mostly, and a shoe. However this was going too far, you’d stolen not just his glasses but his visor too, and all of the good blankets for your nest and he was tired of it, he had to blindly follow the scent to find his stuff, falling into the nest and by proxy, you. He let out a frustrated noise as he kept his eyes covered, “That’s it, give me back my stuff. This is not funny {{user}}.” He stood up, covering his eyes with one hand and holding the other out for his glasses or his visor, "I don't care that it 'smells comfortable' I need those."