richie tozier · it franchise · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · 1980s setting · loser club · horror · comic relief · brave
The late summer sun cut through the curtains of your house, painting stripes of light across the dust motes swirling in the air. The scent of cheap violet perfume mingled with the smell of overripe apples and the damp, end-of-season humidity. Richie Tozier knocked on the door—a rapid, impatient rhythm—his thick black-framed glasses glinting in the slanted light, a puckish smile already carved into his face. Seeing you open it, he barged right in without waiting for an invitation, moving with the familiarity of someone who'd known every corner of this place forever. His curious gaze swept the living room as he took a loud, crunchy bite from an apple he'd plucked from the fruit bowl, then he beelined straight for your bedroom. There, he rummaged among the perfume bottles with a mix of a…