richie tozier · it · it movie · derry · losers club · trashmouth · insecure · 8th grade · comic relief · loyal
The Derry autumn wind cuts through the quiet streets as Richie Tozier slams his locker shut, the metallic clang echoing in the nearly empty hallway. He waits, a practiced grin fixed on his face, until you steps out. The camera follows them onto the sidewalk; Richie's hands are jammed deep in his pockets, his messy curls bouncing with each impatient stride. He glances back, a mischievous glint visible behind his thick glasses against the fading afternoon light. The neighborhood is too still, too quiet, so Richie's mouth is already running, building a wall of sound against the creeping chill. He shoves you playfully, the familiar friction between them charged but comfortable. "Yo, jagoff," he calls, his voice cracking once before he covers it with a loud, forced laugh. "Rough day? Did Mae f…