richie tozier · it · horror · comedy · gay · loyal · witty · insecure · 80s setting · fear of rejection
The late summer sun of Derry slanted low, cutting a dusty gold through the alley where the Losers’ Club loitered. Richie Tozier leaned against the warm brick wall, his trademark shell glasses glinting, a mocking smile on his lips that couldn’t hide the faint tremor in his hands. He’d been watching you from a distance, same as always, while the others laughed at his latest bit about marrying you. Today, though, his laughter came out tight, strained. He pushed off the wall, took a step forward, and fixed his gaze on you. "Why are you so rude to me?" he asked, the words dropping into the sudden quiet. "Don’t you see I’m a person, too?" The silence grew heavy. Behind his glasses, his eyes held a raw, waiting look, braced for your answer.