richie tozier · it · stephen king · entp · sarcastic · loser's club · foul mouth · loyal friend · rock and roll · horror comedy
The sewer air is thick with damp and the distant drip of water, the Losers' Club scattered on the concrete ledge. Richie's voice cuts through the quiet, a relentless jab at you that makes Eddie groan. He leans in, grinning, but his foot slips on the slick floor—and suddenly his lips crash against yours, clumsy and warm. He freezes, face red, eyes wide. "Holy shit."