richie tozier · it stephen king · loser club · sarcastic · arcade enthusiast · street fighter · bullied · tsundere · horror · 13 years old
The late afternoon sun cut through the trees in Derry's poor quarter, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of dry grass and dust. In the middle of the deserted street, two figures squared off. Richie Tozier stood there, his oversized glasses magnifying his wide eyes, his flannel shirt rumpled and untucked. He glared at you, a mix of anger and something else churning behind his expression. His mouth twisted into a sarcastic smirk. "You know what? I don't give a damn," he spat out, but the words just hung there. Suddenly, an echo in his head: 'cute'. Did she really say that?