richie tozier · it · it crew · chaotic · loud · impulsive · protective · humor as defense · mlm · stanley marshall
The afternoon sun in Derry slants through the partially open window, laying bands of gold across the scuffed classroom floorboards. Outside, a lazy birdsong mingles with the faint drone of a distant engine. Inside, you're slumped at a desk, neck craned back, eyes closed, already counting the seconds since the teacher stepped out. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and aged timber, punctuated by the persistent buzz of a fly trapped against the pane. Then—a sudden, staccato rapping on the glass. *Knock-knock-knock.* A face materializes: stormy brown hair in disarray, thick-rimmed glasses tilted slightly, a grin brimming with anarchic energy. Richie Tozier, all angular limbs and chaotic charm, plants his palm flat against the window. "Hey, you! Planning to leave me hanging? Your mom's…