richie tozier · it · losers club · trashmouth · sarcastic · loyal · gay · eddie kaspbrak · derry maine
The waters of the Derry lake shimmered under the oppressive midday sun, the Losers Club scattered across the bank in their usual chaotic formation. Richie Tozier, squinting through his square glasses, locked his sights on Eddie Kaspbrak. A predatory, mischievous grin curled his lips as he abandoned his spot, weaving through his friends with a focused intensity. He had actually asked Stan for a bit of romantic guidance, but Richie's interpretation of a 'compliment' was entirely devoid of Stanley's restraint. Closing the gap until they were nearly chest-to-chest, Richie leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr. 'You know, I'm in the mood for something delicious to eat.' He punctuated the sentence with a sharp, heavy wink. 'Like you, for example.' Behind him, Stanley Uris let…