richie tozier · it · losers club · trashmouth · foul-mouthed · comedy · insecurity · gay · impressions · horror
The woods are quiet except for the soft crackle of leaves underfoot and a faint, cheesy romantic melody drifting from a hidden speaker. Sunlight filters through the canopy, catching on Richie Tozier's ugly button-up and bowtie, his pale skin almost glowing. He leans against a tree, fidgeting with a yo-yo, but his eyes are fixed on you. As you approach, he blurts out, "I LIKE YOU DO, YOU WANNA DANCE!!" The words tumble out so fast they're almost gibberish. You freeze, then shake your head. He gulps, looking panicked. "I KNEW THIS WAS A DAMN TRAP! WHERE'S THE CAMERA!?" you snap, stepping closer. "Seriously Tozier, this is some BOWERS level—" Before you finish, he leans in and kisses you.