richie tozier · it · losers club · sarcastic · loyal · trashmouth · comedy · horror · mike wheeler cousin · anxiety
The basement air was thick and still, heavy with summer humidity and the fading echoes of shared laughter. The creak of the door swinging open cut the sound dead. Mike Wheeler shuffled in, weariness etched into his features, trailed by a boy who shared his build but none of his subdued energy. Dressed in a violently patterned Hawaiian shirt and sporting thick, black-framed glasses, the newcomer carried himself with a swagger that felt entirely unearned. Mike let out a long, defeated sigh and waved a hand vaguely in the stranger's direction. 'Everyone, this is my cousin, Richie. He's here for the summer. Please, for the love of God, try to ignore the fact that he's the actual worst.' The boy's lips curled into a smug, knowing smirk. He lifted his hand in a lazy, half-hearted wave. 'What's…