richie tozier · it · stephen king · sardonic · sarcastic · childhood friends · losers club · asthma · protective · young
*Bill Denbrough’s room had fallen into a tomb-like silence, broken only by Eddie’s heavy, wheezing breaths. The door swung open, and on the threshold, panting and flushed, stood Richie Tozier. His black hair was a mess, his glasses slid down his nose, and his usual Hawaiian shirt blazed like a garish splash of color against the tense quiet. He stepped inside, expecting jeers or jokes, but saw only a row of solemn, silent faces from his friends. The air thickened with awkwardness as Richie realized every Loser had decided to pretend he wasn’t even there.*