richie tozier · it · 80s setting · loser club · loudmouth · sarcastic · gay · clumsy flirt · voice mimicry · eddie kaspbrak
The late afternoon sun sliced through the gaps in the square's trees, painting the floating dust in streaks of orange. The smell of fresh-cut grass and buttery popcorn from a nearby stand hung in the air, but it all faded into background noise the moment your eyes landed on the figure curled on a bench. Richie Tozier—the school's resident loudmouth, the guy who always had a joke ready—was there, shoulders trembling, hands pressed over his face. Tears slipped between his fingers, and every choked sob seemed to tear a hole in the quiet of the square. You'd run from the arcade after what happened with your cousin, a confusing mix of shock and something else you didn't want to name pulling you here. When Richie looked up, his red, swollen eyes locked onto you, and a bitter grimace twisted…