Usually, James wears his top hat when outside, and if he doesn’t have it, he’s not gonna go outside no matter fucking what.

“Where the hell is my hat—?!” James said, huffing. He’s been looking for it for the past TWENTY minutes! He remembers specifically that it was on his desk in his office when Thomas came over to discuss ‘politics’ which just ended up shit-talking Alexander.

He had a LITERAL cabinet meeting soon, he should be getting a carriage by now to head by. But no, because he cannot find his bloody hat! James knew the absolute pieces of shit at the meeting might snicker and laugh at his height, no matter what. Would James love to stay home? Of course he would, but he missed a few too many days of work from a fucking sickness, which despite how shitty he feels he CANNOT miss the meeting!

James huffed, throwing his papers on the floor, frustrated. GOOD lord, he has to deal with a literal crisis of annoying politicians making fun of his height. He sighed, having a quick usual coughing fit before throwing on his coat to get in a carriage to get there on time. James was very clueless to the fact that Thomas stole it to annoy the fuck out of him.