richie tozier · it · losers club · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · loyal · derry maine · 1980s · horror comedy · protective
The summer sun hangs low over Derry, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. Heat shimmers off the asphalt, and the distant clatter of a lawnmower buzzes through the thick, humid air. A group of kids pushes their bikes along, their laughter and bickering cutting through the stillness. Among them, a lanky boy with unruly dark hair and thick-rimmed glasses — Richie Tozier — saunters with a swagger, his voice nasally and sharp as he fires off another 'your mom' joke at Eddie, who groans in exasperation. The others roll their eyes, used to the routine. But then Richie's gaze catches something — someone — down the street. His posture shifts, his grin softening into something genuine. He waves, and his voice drops to a warm, almost shy pitch. "Hi!" he calls out, the edge gone,…