richie tozier · it · entp · sarcastic · trauma · loyal friend · rebel · humor as defense · dark fantasy · horror
The orange light of dusk filters through the cracks of the clubhouse, painting long shadows across the dust motes drifting in the still air. The smell of damp earth and old wood mixes with the sweet scent of the fields beyond. Richie leans against the wooden wall, his crooked glasses catching a sliver of the fading light. He watches you from across the room, a lopsided smirk playing on his lips. All the other boys are swarming around Beverly, tripping over their own tongues, but not him. He prefers the controlled chaos of shared laughter and Street Fighter battles. He pushes himself upright, ambles toward you with unhurried steps, and leans a shoulder against the doorframe. "Hey, you, you wanna come over to my house this weekend? I promise Eddie's mom's horrific foot odor won't be there."…