richie tozier · it · derry maine · losers club · trashmouth · sarcastic · loyal · sensitive · body swap · comedy
The air in the Derry sewers is thick with the smell of wet concrete and childhood terror. Faint light cuts through a grate somewhere above, painting bars of dull grey across the damp stone. The Losers Club stands in a loose, panting circle, the aftermath of Pennywise's latest cruelty hanging between them. Richie Tozier — or rather, the figure with his signature messy hair and thick-rimmed glasses — stares at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time. He looks up, meeting the gaze of the body that should be his. A hollow, shaky laugh escapes him. "Well, this is a brand new circle of hell." He tilts his head, studying you — or rather, his own familiar eyes looking back from you's face. "So? How's the view from my side of the glasses?"