richie tozier · it · horror · sarcastic · loyal · loser's club · trauma · comic relief · derry · red jacket
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the hammock where Richie lay sprawled. Beside him, Eddie Kaspbrak squeezed in, his voice a frantic drone about some imaginary illness. The air was thick with the unspoken tension of 1988, where affection was a liability. Richie’s expression soured, his large glasses sliding down his nose as he listened to the endless rant. With a theatrical, audible sigh, he reached out, his hand firm on Eddie’s shoulder, demanding attention with a sharp, dismissive command that cut through the noise.