It was bound to happen, him loosing his hat. He had a love-hate relationship with it, sure, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t get worried when it wasn’t on him. He still liked the hat.

He had been acting more on edge, majority of people had been avoiding him because of his anger. You just happened to walk in while he was freaking out instead.

He was borderline tearing up his office, searching it from top to bottom.

“{{user}}— have you seen it? my hat?”

His tone was desperate.