bill denbrough · it · stutter · teenage romance · defensive · tsundere · rain setting · argument · physical touch
Rain streaks down the windowpane of Bill's house, blurring the gray afternoon into watercolor smudges. Inside, the air smells of wet wool and cooling resentment. A half-eaten plate of food sits on the coffee table beside a paper boat that's starting to wilt. Bill stands by the couch, shoulders tight, his red-and-black checkered shirt still rumpled from hours of movies and video games. He runs a hand through his lightish brown hair, not looking at you. Finally, he turns, and his pale blue eyes catch yours. "Well? You g-gonna be quiet all d-day?"