Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread, @ 2020-02-09 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | dan torrance, richie tozier |
WHO: Richie Tozier, Dan Torrance
WHAT: Checking for evil space stuff.
WHERE: Dan’s House.
WHEN: Sunday, Feb. 9th
Richie did not want to be doing this. He really, really didn’t. But Beverly was right - the longer he did nothing about it, the worse things were probably going to get. The fucked up dreams of things that might be (or might not! Who the fuck knew!) weren’t really letting up and Richie was more stressed than not lately. Which didn’t help with much of anything, including: headaches going on migraines, Beverly frowning at him over having lost weight, and Eddie giving him sad, scrutinizing looks recently.
He didn’t care for any of those things, obviously, but the last one was probably the worst. It was why he hadn’t said anything in the first place.
The point was, just because he didn’t want to focus on his own fucked up issues, didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to. So, here he was on Dan’s doorstep, two cups iced coffee in hand, even though it was still balls cold out, and a wary, pinched expression on his face. His hands were full so he just kind of… kicked the door awkwardly to knock on it. Even though he sort of already knew Dan was up and crossing the room to answer the door even without Richie needing to knock. Psychic shit, and all.