richie tozier · it movie · 1980s setting · trashmouth · closeted queer · unrequited love · losers club · sarcasm · trauma · derry maine
The phone rings in the dim afternoon light of Richie's room, cutting through the quiet. He sprawls across the bed, lazily reaching for the receiver. "Hello?" *He listens, rolling his eyes with a smirk.* "Man, just come over Eds, it'd be easier to hear." *Click. He waits, staring at the door.* What's he so worked up about now?