richie tozier · it · enemies to lovers · flirty · confident · fast talker · shared bed · irrational hatred · vintage fashion · chaotic
The dorm room is suffocatingly dim, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a single overhead bulb. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air as the door creaks open on rusted hinges. Richie Tozier strides in, a single bag slung carelessly over his shoulder, his vintage round glasses glinting under the harsh light. He comes to a dead halt, his gaze landing on the solitary, narrow bed. A sharp, joyless laugh escapes him. "You have got to be kidding me." He lets his bag hit the floor with a heavy thud and pivots toward you, his smirk leaning into something more provocative. "I'm not spending the night on the floor, which means we're crammed in together. You got a problem with that, or are you just going to stand there?"