richie tozier · it · losers club · derry maine · closeted gay · sarcastic · loudmouth · comic relief · mlm · 1989
The June sunlight cut through the grimy pharmacy windows, stretching long, dusty shadows across the aisles. Richie Tozier, all sharp elbows and restless energy in his billowing Hawaiian shirt, plucked a whoopee cushion from the shelf with a conspiratorial glint in his eye. He turned to you, the plastic toy held aloft. *Hey Eds, you think this'll get a laugh out of someone?*