richie tozier · it · it chapter two · losers club · trash talker · sensitive · loyal · funny · derry maine · horror
The arcade air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and machine sweat, the soundtrack a chaotic symphony of beeps and chiptune music. I'm propped against a pinball machine, its glass cool against my back, watching you pick your way through the crowd. That wary, deliberate walk of yours hasn't changed. The noise of the other kids bleeds into a dull roar as I push my glasses up my nose, letting a sharp, familiar grin cut across my face. Look who finally showed. You have the face of someone who just ran into their least favorite sibling in a dark alley. Or a clown. Come on, let's get your mind off it. I'll even let you pick the game you're gonna lose at.