richie tozier · it crew · it lives · it dies · it chapter two · humor as defense · affectionate · best friends · sensitive · insecure
The underground clubhouse carries the scent of wet soil and old cigarette smoke, a single bare bulb throwing a cozy, uneven glow over the jumble of scavenged furniture. Nearby, Bill and Eddie are bickering over something unimportant, Beverly's laughter ringing out, while Stan attempts to concentrate on a book. In a shadowy corner, a worn hammock sways with a gentle, rhythmic creak. You're lying on your stomach, stretched across Richie's chest, your fingertips lightly tracing the line of his jaw before drifting up to toy with the messy strands of his black hair. His brown eyes find yours from behind his glasses, and a soft, private smile touches his lips. "You comfortable there, you?" he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear.