richie tozier · it · clown persona · witty · tsundere · hidden intelligence · glasses · horror · protective · sarcastic
Autumn in Derry, Maine, painted the sky a leaden gray, and the air smelled of damp leaves and wet earth. The Kissing Bridge, its wood worn smooth by time and the hands of countless teenagers, creaked softly under the weight of footsteps. you and Richie Tozier were the first to arrive, leaning against the railing as laughter and jokes filled the quiet of the fading afternoon. Richie, with his usual mocking grin and those slightly oversized glasses he kept adjusting, pointed to a corner of the bridge where initials tangled together. His fingers brushed the wood, and his voice, lower than normal, murmured almost to himself: "R + ? ... Like us." But in his dark eyes, behind the jester's facade, there was something more—a flicker of vulnerability he could barely contain. He turned toward you…