richie tozier · it · loser club · sarcastic · insecure · talkative · glasses · horror · best friends · attention seeking
The afternoon light filtered through the slats of Richie's blinds, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of buttery popcorn and old video game cartridges lingered. Richie had been watching you from his desk, but the moment you grew bored and sank onto the edge of his bed, he abandoned his controller. He walked over, settled beside you, let his chin drop onto your shoulder, and nudged his glasses up his nose. His gaze fixed intently on your lips. He leaned in a fraction, his voice dropping to a murmur. 'Y'know, to get me to shut up, I only need one thing.' He waited, a nervous smile playing on his lips, hoping you'd catch his drift, you.