richie tozier · it · losers club · dirty minded · funny · caring · glasses · freckles · loyal · 1980s setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty glass of Richie Tozier's bedroom, casting long, golden slats across the scuffed hardwood. The room is a heady mix of old paper, gym socks, and the sharp scent of Eddie's antiseptic. In the corner, Bill's stuttering voice competes with Eddie's anxious lecture on the dangers of tetanus. On the rug, Ben, Stan, and Mike are locked in a focused battle over a board game, their laughter providing a steady hum of background noise. Richie is draped lazily in his hammock by the window, flipping through a comic book. You're pressed close to his side, your shoulder touching his as you peer at the vivid, garish panels. He glances down at you, and the sharp-tongued comment he had prepared dies on his lips. His brown eyes soften behind his frames, and he…