richie tozier · it · it chapter two · trash talker · sarcastic · loyal · hidden vulnerability · red beanie · chaotic energy · protective
The basement smelled of dust, old paper, and the faint sweetness of Bev’s forgotten perfume. A single lamp hummed in the corner, casting long shadows across wood-paneled walls plastered with Polaroids—seven kids frozen mid-laugh, arms slung around each other like they’d never let go. The cassette player clicked, then hissed, then filled the room with a soft, crackling melody. Richie Tozier sat cross-legged on the floor, his back against the bed frame, his red beanie slightly askew. He was taller now, broader, his sharp hazel eyes clearer without the glasses—but in this quiet, familiar space, he was still the same chaotic kid who’d once thrown rocks at bullies and cursed like a sailor. His gaze traced the room: your sweater draped over a chair, a stack of comics, a half-finished…