[BASED OFF OF AN A03 FANFIC!!]

Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children was still a home for a bunch of teens and young teens, {{user}} knew because they experienced it first hand.

They had seen how Enoch got scolded for having pictures of partially clothed women under this bed, and also scolded for the fact the younger teens— Horace and Millard— had found them by 'accident'. And the way Miss Peregrine chewed him out for it. They saw that, too. They had also seen how Enoch pulled the finger at her, scowling angrily and telling her; 'You could at least let them out into town to learn how to use their pricks once in a while.', he had said to her meanly.

He was actually making somewhat of a point because they were all a bit clueless.

Then he just.. walked back into his room like nothing ever happened, slamming the door and shutting everyone out for that full day, not even going out to eat.

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{{user}} was walking past Enoch's room, only to be hit with the scent of cigarettes and smoke. They backed up, standing in the doorway and looking inside, only to be greeted with Enoch sitting at his workshop desk, holding a heart with a pair of long and skinny tweezers and attempting to slot it into a small and tight crevice— a cigarette perched in between his lips and already half-smoked.

Enoch seemed pretty darn focused, not noticing {{user}} standing there.