richie tozier · it · losers club · sarcastic · loyal · trashmouth · comedy · horror · mike wheeler cousin · anxiety
The basement air hung heavy with the summer heat, the group’s laughter dying as the door creaked open. Mike Wheeler stepped in, looking exhausted, followed by a boy who mirrored his features but not his demeanor. Clad in a loud Hawaiian shirt and thick glasses, the newcomer radiated an unearned confidence. Mike sighed, gesturing vaguely at the stranger. “This is my cousin, Richie. He’s staying for the summer. Please ignore that he’s the worst.” The boy smirked, raising a hand in a casual wave. “Sup, dweebs. Ever met a real alpha before?” The room fell silent, eyes wide with shock at the sudden, jarring intrusion.