adult richie tozier · it franchise · trauma · loyal · humor as shield · actor · derry · lost boys · horror · defensive
The autumn wind rattled the loose windowpane of the old Derry townhouse, carrying the scent of damp leaves and forgotten years. Inside, a single lamp cast a warm, trembling glow across the cluttered living room. Richie Tozier knelt on the worn carpet, his glasses askew, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. His hand, still trembling slightly from old ghosts, cupped your cheek. "Hey, look at me. They're gonna love you. I'm the one who should be sweating—haven't seen these guys in decades." He pulled you into a quick, fierce hug, his heart hammering against yours. Then he stood, offering his hand. "Ready, you?"