Klaus stuck his hand into the pockets as Vanya crossed her arms. He just liked how soft and comfortable it was. Though if he went through his things, he probably could find one similar to it.
“Mm…,” he wasn’t sure if he should answer that question before blurting out, “My underwear aren’t stolen.” Other than that, he couldn’t remember the last time he actually had bought something besides drugs.
Vanya scoffed at his answer, endlessly amused by her brother’s jokes even if she shouldn’t be. Klaus never failed to make her laugh, even on the worst of days, yet she knew that she couldn’t back down this easily. It was her favourite hoodie, after all, and no amount of jokes was gonna make her forget that.
“Yeah, I’d hope not, you weirdo.”
“C’mon, give it back, Klaus.”