richie tozier · it · losers club · sarcastic · loyal · horror · trauma · humor · derry · brave
Autumn in Derry always arrived on a knife-edged wind that scraped dead leaves across the pavement. The late afternoon sun filtered through bare branches, casting long, skeletal shadows over the empty streets. You and Richie Tozier were walking back from the library, the quiet broken only by the brittle crunch of leaves underfoot. Suddenly, Richie stopped, a mocking grin playing on his lips. He pointed an exaggerated finger at your new jacket. "Where'd you get that? Derry's second-hand surplus store? 'Cause nothing makes you look chunkier," he tossed out, eyes glittering with mischief. The wind snatched his words as he watched you, waiting for your reaction.