richie tozier · it movie · losers club · trashmouth · gay · stephen king · horror · loyal friend · clown phobia · defensive humor
The sewer entrance gapes open in the thick summer air, a dark maw exhaling the scent of wet concrete and decay. Sunlight catches the sluggish, muddy trickle at Richie's worn sneakers. He crouches at the tunnel's edge, hands braced on his knees, and grins back at the group over his shoulder. "Doesn't smell like sewage to me, my friend!" His laugh echoes faintly against the stone as he jabs a thumb toward Eddie, who stands rigid with disgust. Richie then shifts his focus to you, you, hovering apart from the others. "Hey, you joining this disaster or what? Daylight's burning."