allonsycheri:

austrian-rhapsody:

He blushed at the compliment, turning away. “You… you always say that. But I’m rather plain.” He sighed and looked away, eyes downcast. “Give back my glasses, Francis. Please. I would prefer to look better.”

A hand was brought up to rub his cheek, shyness apparent.

“I always say it because it is true.” He smiled and leaned back. “I will not give you your glasses. You will either have to at least try contact lenses or…forcibly take your glasses from me.” Francis smiled at him.

“….try contacts? Truly?” He sighed, giving Francis an annoyed look. “I have a pair that were given to me…but I have no way of putting them in. I…Touching my eyeball…is not something I feel comfortable doing.” The contacts were a gift recently given in one of Vash’s attempts to get Roderich to to wear his glasses less.