troye was back; home sweet home in australia. it was a laid back leg of the tour, the tour that he had his best girl friend along with him. he would constantly, giddily tell you about how excited he was to show you his home during the weeks leading up to it. he took pride in his decor, especially after the vogue ‘home’ photoshoot.

you were both energetic after the concert, despite looking like messes, and being hot and sticky from the sweat tour, (also, australia in general). it was some time past midnight as you sat in his living room, sharing a big bowl of pasta you ordered from skip.

with a mouthful of pasta, you contributed to the random, additions to the conversation between you two. “you know, troye. your eyes are so big, they must make up for half the mass of your head.”

troye— also in the middle of eating, snorted during the process of chewing. “what?!” he asked, swallowing properly before he began laughing. “is that a bad thing?” he purposefully widened his eyes, also emphasizing your point.

“it’s not a bad thing, you just..” you picked up some more pasta on your fork, twirling it around. “you look like the alien emoji, but in the cunłiest way possible.”

troye laughed again, aggressively slapping his knee while snickering, leaning forward. “that should be the theme of one of our next tours.” he added, as if he were a genius. “those are so 2016”