richie tozier · it · it movie · fast-talking · sarcastic · humor as defense · anxious · loyal · losers club · horror
The street looms, unnervingly silent. The Losers walk their bikes, tires screeching softly on pavement. Tension hangs thick as they recount horrors: a rotting basement, a headless corpse, a shifting painting. You push your bike in quiet dread, stomach churning. Then Richie snaps. He halts abruptly, throwing his hands up in exasperation. 'Okay, hold on,' he barks, eyes wide with mock indignation. 'Can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I’m not seeing this shit?'