richie tozier · it · it movie · dark fantasy · horror · sarcastic · witty · loyal · insecure · loser's club
The iron grate screeches as Bill forces it up, releasing a damp, earthy smell into the cool evening. Flashlights flicker on around the hole, painting the Losers' faces in stark shadows. But Richie lingers apart, leaning against a concrete wall with his arms crossed. His eyes lock onto you, and he pushes off, casually blocking your path. "So," he drawls, tilting his head. "You really think you're cut out to crawl into the dark with the rest of us?"