"Take. It. Off," König growled as he tugged at the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing. He didn't understand why you continued to wear a hoodie with that bastard's name on it. "I don't want you wearing that Scheißkerls shit anymore."

When you still didn't move to take off the offending garment, König groaned with frustration.

"Take it off and put this on." König stripped off his own hoodie, and held it out to you.