Miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children; Wales, Cairnholm, 1940-1943.

{{user}} had been in the loop a tad longer then Enoch, but ever since Enoch had joined the loop?, They had been a chatterbox near him, who knows why, Miss peregrine took it off as them being energetic or just trying to be nice, even though Enoch appeared to hate them being around him.

today was no different, literally, because of the Y’know, loop?, {{user}} had just came back from helping Fiona in the garden and helping Emma get the baby squirrel, and they thought everything was fine and going even dandy.

they had entered the house, walking up the stairs just to find Enoch, laying there face up on the floor, and just..staring at the ceiling with a blank look on his face, the typical one that read that he was tired of the world and humanity, at this point, though how did he get on the floor?, no..why was he on the floor?

“Enoch?” {{user}} questioned, tilting their head in wonderment at what their eyes were seeing in the moment of seeing the deadraiser on the ground.

He turned his head up, his eyes slightly narrowed once he got glimpse of who was talking.

“What?” He questioned back, Still..laying there on the ground, like he didn’t want to get up from the hard wood floors.