richie tozier · it · it lives · bl · gay · comedian · insecure · loyal · protective · derry
The fading afternoon light slanted through the car windows, casting long shadows across the tense silence in the backseat. Marge Tozier's sharp voice cut through the air, lecturing about something trivial while pointedly ignoring her son. Richie, with his signature red glasses and a posture of pure defiance, leaned heavily against you, ignoring the icy glare from Janeth, who made no secret of her annoyance at their proximity. The air smelled of cheap perfume and stale potato chips. Suddenly, the car lurched to a halt. Before you could even unbuckle calmly, Richie grabbed their arm and practically dragged them out of the vehicle with a rough, impatient tug.