I'm uploading all of the chapters I have on Wattpad and Ao3 all at once, so yeah.

For StrawberryMacaroon. Prompt:

If you have the time, Could you please make another Enorace one. Maybe one where Horace drags Enoch to go shopping or something? Thank you!

"Enoch, please?"

"I don't DO shopping." Enoch was making homunculi-or at least trying to-when his boyfriend interrupted. Not that he was complaining, but SHOPPING? Of all of the modern American things to do, he wanted to go shopping at a mall?

He sighed. "I'll do it Horace, but only if you take me to that store Jake told you about. Hot Pocket?"

"I think you mean Hot Topic." Horace was smirking, most likely planning something, the little shit. He was Enoch's little shit, though.

"Eh, same thing." Enoch pushed his chair back, standing up. He headed over to the sink in the corner, washed his hands, then put all of his tools and clay away.

"Go change into something else, Enoch. Please?" Horace was already digging through the dresser in the corner.

"Here, put this on. I'll meet you upstairs." Horace disappeared up the basement stairs, and Enoch pulled off his overalls and stained t-shirt, switching to the grey jeans and black button up Horace had picked.

Grumbling obscenities under his breath, Enoch flicked off the lamp, grabbed the wallet Jake had given him {Filled with AMERICAN money, no less.} and headed upstairs.

He found his boyfriend waiting by the front door with Bronwyn, the peculiars of Miss Peregrine's loop's designated driver.

"You two ready to go?" Bronwyn twirled the car keys around her finger impatiently.

"Yep! Enoch's fashion sense is a lost cause, but at least we can get him better clothes." Horace teased, opening the door.

"Oi! My clothes are fine!" Enoch liked his clothes, overalls and t-shirts were easy to put on and wash, unlike Horace's fine suits and such. Following Horace and Bronwyn to the car, Enoch slid into the backseat.

Bronwyn started the car, and they were off.

At the mall, Bronwyn got a pretzel and sat at the food court to wait while Horace dragged Enoch to H&M to find a nice semi-formal outfit for the pale necromancer. After purchasing a red button up and black dress slacks, the pair went to Ulta Beauty for Horace's hair stuff, then Enoch dragged a reluctant Horace into Hot Topic to look around.

He immediately spotted the wall of band T-shirts and headed over, dragging Horace behind him. Enoch grabbed shirt after shirt, shoving them into his boyfriend's reluctant arms. Enoch then spotted the Pride display and made a beeline for it, Horace dragging his feet behind.

Back at the house, Enoch had ended up with a dress shirt, dress slacks, a pair of red and black converse, about 10 different shirts, and a grumpy boyfriend.

"Come on, Enoch! Getting you better clothes does not mean you can get 10 shirts almost the same!" Enoch ignored Horace as he paced back and forth across Enoch's room, obviously flustered.

"Hey babe, it's okay. I wouldn't wear the stuff you wanted me to wear anyways." Enoch wrapped His boyfriend in a hug and kissed the top of his head.

Horace was leaning up for a kiss when Emma interrupted.

"Time for lunch lovebirds!"

I'm sorry this is so short...