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bill weasley, richie tozier

Who: Richie Tozier and Bill Weasley
What: Secret optometry.
Where: Bill’s place
When: October 3rd

Richie really should have known better than to be standing outside some stranger’s house that was promising him miracles. That sort of thing never seemed to go over well in his experience, not even a little bit.

But — well. Maybe they existed after all, miracles. Not a week ago he’d been sure he’d lost everything and now — well.

Now Everything lived with him in a weird house that was both free and very empty. They should probably work on that, him and Eddie. Get like… furniture or dishes or whatever it was people had here that’d make it all pass as something more normal than what it really was. But right now he was mostly just content to have Eddie in view and surely furniture would only block that even more than barely being able to see in the first place did.

Richie scoffed out a little noise of disbelief over his own idiocy and plucked his glasses off his face, squinting down at them — everything beyond blurry, which wasn’t any better or worse than the fact that the broken lens had been making him focus on the wrong shit this entire week and was giving him a killer fucking headache. Or was at least one of the contributing factors to his headache. Stress and anxiety probably didn’t help, either.

So maybe this guy, Bill (not his Bill, not Big Bill Denbrough, Richie’s other best friend, the one he hadn’t had been secretly in love with for thirty years now) really could produce a miracle. No point in stalling and not finding out, right? What was really the worst that could happen?

Probably a lot.

He knocked on the door anyway.