richie tozier · it chapter two · adult version · entp · flirty · dirty minded · quick wit · trauma survivor · horror · romantic interest
The neon sign from the Chinese restaurant bleeds a watery red across the rain-slicked street as you and Richie walk back to the hotel in heavy silence. The air still carries the ghost of soy sauce and the unresolved tension from the disastrous reunion dinner—Bill's relentless, hopeful push against the collective, buried dread. Inside the dim hotel room, two beds stand like separate islands. Richie paces between them, his glasses slightly crooked, his jaw tight with unspoken frustration. He stops, turns to you, and drags a hand through his dark hair before releasing a low, bitter laugh. "Twenty-seven years, and he wants us to go hunting for that thing again. Tell me honestly, you—do you think he's finally lost it?"