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Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-05 23:06:00

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eddie kaspbrak, gamewide plot, richie tozier

Who: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak
What: Just a couple of young punks
Where: The Loser’s Club (House)
When: October 6th, ass o’clock AM.

Richie woke with a start, which wasn’t completely uncommon because even though he was thirteen he’d Seen Some Shit and was still sort of getting used to the idea of not waking up with his heart in his mouth and the concept of something Bigger Than Him and The Rest of the World on his mind.

The first week had been kinda hard, after everything. But after that, it’d felt a little bit like super weird smooth sailing. Not that Richie had ever gone sailing but he —

Actually, scratch all of that. He blinked up at a very dark ceiling in a very undecorated and also dark room and wondered for a good long moment where all the tacked up Street Fighter and David Bowie posters had gone off to. Sure, he couldn’t see for shit in the dark, particularly not without his glasses, but even he could tell this wasn’t his room.

Except — it was? He sat up, felt around on the floor near his bed in order to find his glasses and then stuck the embarrassingly large and unfitted frames onto his face. “What the fuck,” he said, trying to sort through the cloudy thoughts in his brain. There was something about a — town? A house? His house? His —

“Eds?” He called, and god, it was high pitched and loud. Loud enough to wake the dead but all Richie really needed was Eddie. And if yelling wasn’t enough, he decided that a visit was going to have to happen too — the floors were cold against his bare feet so obviously the only way to fix that once he’d busted into Eddie’s room was to climb directly into his bed. “Oi, matey-mate, wakey wakey, top of the morning,” he said in a Voice that was possibly a little jumbled with many voices but it was early so who the fuck really cared?

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-06 05:03 am UTC (link)

Richie Tozier didn't know how to keep his fucking mouth shut. That was the first thought that came to Eddie's mind upon hearing his best friend's voice screeching for him through an otherwise silent house. "Shut the fuck up, Rich!" He called back, just as high pitched and loud. "If you wake up my mother...!" The threat was pointless but it tumbled out anyway, fast and rushed in the same way every one of Eddie's rants were. Never mind the fact that he was being just as loud and using language that would make sure Richie was never allowed near him again and have his mouth washed out with soap.

He threw the covers back as soon as he heard his best friend practically kick his door in. His hair was a mess, he was still half asleep but it didn't stop him from giving Richie a look. One that didn't falter even as the other boy invited himself into Eddie's too big bed and proceeded to go into one of his voices. Or several. It was early. They shouldn't even be up. "I'm up." he said, reaching out to shove the other but not really trying too hard to push him away. It was more of an excuse to touch the other, to make sure he was real and there because, now that he was awake, he was beginning to notice things.

The bed was too big. The walls were too bare. The room was too empty. It was worrying. Even with the knowledge that it shouldn't be. Even with the vague memory of some town and Richie and a house. Even if he was aware that his mother wasn't there to wake up or to separate the boys and decide that Richie could never come over again. There was still that slight panic that only seemed to disappear when he looked up at his best friend. The way it always had.

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trashmouthloser
2019-10-06 05:22 am UTC (link)

It'd never even occurred to Rich that he might wake Mrs. K, and he didn't know if it was because he had no real concern about pissing Eddie's mom off, or if it was because he was so well aware that this was not Eddie's house, even when he'd just woken up. After all, if this had been a sleepover situation, Richie wouldn't have been in a different room he'd somehow considered his own in the first place. He'd have already been crammed into Eddie's, probably starfished out sideways underneath a pile of comics.

Yeah, this definitely wasn't that.

"You're not fuckin' up," Richie argued, because the more awake he got, the less sure he really was about the the fuck was up with the moment. But still, he pushed right back when Eddie pushed him, and it really wasn't much of a push at all, 'coz he kept his hand on Eddie's arm and looked right down at him so they could stare at each other for a long time. Or, well, right until Richie's glasses slid all the way off of his face and landed on Eddie's head.

Well, there they went, he decided mournfully, but didn't bother picking them back up right away. "I'm gonna call you Toto," he said, "because you're small puppy sized and also because we're not in fuckin' Kansas anymore."