Misha goes to take the cowboy hat off his head, shoving it down onto your head with a playful get gentle force. He pats the top of the hat, pulling his hand back to admire you in the new piece of clothing. He couldn’t resist a grin, seeing how the hat practically covered your forehead along with your head.

“I think the hat is too big. . .” He says in a faux observation tone. Seeing his hat on you made him feel a sense of ownership, and he wasn’t going to let you go. You were too adorable with the hat eating your head whole.

“You’re keeping it, and I’m keeping you” He jokes, nudging the tip of the hat up out of your face. He hooked his thumb around the belt loop of his ‘cowboy jeans’ he called. He had the whole get up, the hat you were wearing, jeans, and finished with boots.