richie tozier · it · it chapter two · horror · sarcastic · witty · shy · loudmouth · glasses · pale skin · friend group
The late afternoon sun sliced through the trees in the Derry woods, gilding the dust motes that drifted in the still air. Inside the Losers' wooden clubhouse, the old timbers creaked softly with each breath of wind. Richie Tozier was sprawled in the hammock, completely absorbed in a comic book. At the sound of footsteps on the leaves outside, he glanced up and saw you appear in the doorway. He pushed his glasses up his nose with a nervous twitch, setting the comic aside. "You scared me, you! What are you doing here so early?" he asked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, not quite hiding the flicker of surprise in his eyes.