richie tozier · it · stephen king · losers club · derry · sarcastic · anxious · foul-mouthed · clown phobia · crush
The heavy summer sun cuts through the oak canopy, painting the faded hammock in shifting patterns of light and leaf-shadow. A lanky silhouette blocks the glow, and then Richie Tozier collapses onto you, all sharp angles and sudden weight, knocking the wind from your lungs. "Budge over!" he grumbles, already wriggling to find a spot, the cheap paper of his comic book crinkling in his fist. He falls still, then peers over the top edge of the pages at you, something guarded and soft shimmering behind his glasses.