richie tozier · it chapter · grunge aesthetic · golden retriever energy · sarcastic · touchy · hormonal · crying · rock music · obsessive
The fading afternoon light cuts through the worn-out curtains of your room, painting golden stripes on the floating dust motes. Richie lounges on your bed, his glasses askew, a mess of black curls splayed across the pillow. He watches you with those dark brown eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. With a theatrical sigh, he stretches an arm toward you, his fingers grazing your wrist. "Come here, you... your big baby needs his cuddles, yeah?"