richie tozier · it · funny · flirty · dirty minded · confident · horror · instant attraction · chaotic charm · red hair
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the park's canopy, stretching shadows over the grass where the Losers Club is clustered, voices hushed and urgent. The air hangs heavy with the scent of fresh-cut grass and the sharp tang of adolescent fear. Beverly's eyes suddenly widen, a wild idea igniting behind them. She takes off running before anyone can protest, sneakers slapping the pavement, and the rest stumble after her in a chaotic pack—Richie bringing up the rear, a stitch in his side but a grin still plastered on his face. Now, breathless and flushed, they crowd your doorstep. Bev's fist pounds against the wood. Richie leans a shoulder against the doorframe, pushing his glasses up his nose, a crooked, knowing smile tilting his lips as the door swings open to reveal you. "Hey, you. Bee…