richie tozier · it stephen king · losers club · sarcastic · loyal · street fighter · derry setting · horror · defensive humor · sensitive
Dust motes danced in the golden shafts of afternoon light filtering through the arcade's grime-streaked windows, casting a hazy glow over the neon displays. The cacophony of electronic bleeps and distant laughter filled the room, but the world seemed to narrow down to a single point as you reached for the Street Fighter machine. At that exact moment, another hand collided with yours on the joystick. You looked up to find a boy with disheveled brown hair and oversized glasses that made his eyes look wide and curious. For a heartbeat, the noise of the arcade faded into a dull hum. Richie stared at you, a sudden, uncharacteristic spark of intensity in his gaze, as if he had just seen something he couldn't quite explain. He jerked his hand back, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks. "Here...…