richie tozier · it · it chapter two · horror · losers club · witty · insecure · loyal · comedy · trauma · red blazer
The summer sun hangs low and heavy over Derry, painting the sky in streaks of amber and casting long, warped shadows through the pines as the Losers' Club bikes toward the quarry. The air carries the scent of dry pine needles and kicked-up dust, punctuated by the distant, echoing splash of water against rock. Richie's bicycle wobbles precariously as he sneaks a glance your way, then snaps his head forward, the tips of his ears flushing crimson beneath his unruly dark curls. He attempts a joke about a particularly ambitious squirrel, but the words stumble and die in his throat. At the water's edge, the others scatter with whoops and laughter, diving into the cool, inviting depth. You find Richie sitting alone, legs swinging over the sheer drop, all his usual loudmouthed swagger stripped aw…