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Tweak says, "I pity da fool."

Trashmouth Tozier (trash_mouth) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2019-11-24 19:23:00

Entry tags:

!closed, bill denbrough, eddie kasprak, richie tozier

Who: Richie and Bill (maybe Eddie later)
What: Richie smol
Where: Bill's room
When: Middle of the night Sunday
Closed/Ongoing/Richie

Richie woke up suddenly, grabbing for his glasses from his side table. He almost knocked them off but caught them and shoved them on his face. They felt weird and slipped down his nose so he pushed them back up. He’d dreamt of the clown again, of the statue mocking him and Eddie’s mouth spewing black sludge. He rubbed his face for a moment then finally looked up. This wasn’t his room. Wasn’t his house. There was someone asleep next to him.

Was this It again? Had he ended up back in the house on Neibolt street? (Had he never left?)

He looked at the body next to him. It was a man; much older than him, but familiar somehow. This had to be It. It was taunting him somehow. He was careful not to make any noise, carefully crawling out of the bed backwards so he didn’t take his eyes off the man until he’d made it to the door. He didn’t feel like the man was dangerous, for some reason; if anything, Richie felt safe there, but he was still too scared to risk waking the man up. What could this be if it wasn’t It trying to make fun of him? To scare him?

The hall was just as unfamiliar as the room had been but he had to get out. He would have to try every door until he found the right one. At least none of them had any creepy writing on them this time. He started with the one next to the one he’d just come from, cracking the door just barely then opening it wider when there wasn’t anything horrible on the other side. There had been a light on in the hall and just enough seeped in to the room so Richie could see the bed, the person in it.

“Bill?” he said out loud, without meaning to. “Holy shit, Bill.” he crossed the room and jumped on the bed. Bill still looked normal, and somehow he just knew that it was really him. “Bill, what the fuck?”

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hypochondriac_
2019-11-30 09:14 pm UTC (link)

"Would you really want to?" Eddie asked. He could remember the horrid words that came out of his mother's mouth after he broke his arm,especially directed at Bev. He doubted his mom knew about Richie; it wouldn't stop her from throwing homophobic slurs at him. "She'll be a bitch to anyone around."

"And you never let me forget it." Eddie said with a smirk. "You were too tall. I'm average height." He noticed Richie's glasses slipping down a little. "Did Bill tell you that your stuff is here?"

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trash_mouth
2019-11-30 09:37 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah but she'd still lose." Richie felt like either way that would be satisfying.

"Average height in the Shire?" Richie teased, pushing up the glasses almost as soon as Eddie noticed them. "My stuff or old me stuff?" He wasn't sure what kind of person he'd been older, Bill and Sddie seemed to like him, so he couldn't have been too bad, but old people were usually pretty boring.

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hypochondriac_
2019-11-30 09:50 pm UTC (link)

"Just remember that anything she says is bullshit." Eddie instructed. If Richie really wanted a fuck you moment with his mom, he wouldn't deny him it.

"Statistically average height on Earth." Eddie said with a roll of his eyes. "Both." He answered, hoping he was right. If he walked into his room and saw his Richie's stuff was gone, it would feel too permanent. He stood up. "C'mon, I'll show you where it is."

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trash_mouth
2019-11-30 11:01 pm UTC (link)

"It always was." Richie shrugged. He'd figured out pretty early that Eddie was never as sick as she said his mother said he was.

"I don't believe that." Richie said matter-of-factly. He knew he was wrong, but it was worth it. He stood up after Eddie, pulling his sleeves up again, then tugging the waistband of the boxers up just in case. "Lead the way my good man! Pip pip!" He did in his (bad) British accent, pointing.

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hypochondriac_
2019-12-02 06:00 pm UTC (link)

"Then you need to read more stats." Eddie told him. He led the way into their bedroom. "Ugh. The British guy." He jokingly complained. He turned the lights on the room and gestured to the bedside table. "Your glasses are in the top drawer." He'd insisted on Richie keeping them near in case of a situation similar to the candy. "Your phone's probably in there too; you should get used to using it." He added, as he gathered up Richie's kid clothes and other things.

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trash_mouth
2019-12-03 01:08 am UTC (link)

"I think I'd rather just be wrong." Richie grinned following Eddie back toward the room he'd started the night in. He ignored Eddie's complaints about his voices like he always did.

He went over to the drawer and dug around a little, finding his glasses first and switching them out for the ones he'd been wearing. It was a bit of a relief, the prescription on the other ones had been close but a little different and these felt better. He went back to the drawer and found the phone, poking at it a little.

"Did we always share a room?"

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hypochondriac_
2019-12-03 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Eddie opened a box with 'did you eat more mystery candy, dumbass' written on the side. It had seemed funny at the time, a little surprise for the next time Richie was aged down in body, not mind, or happened to look at the box. Now, it felt tragic. "Here's some of your clothes. Unless you want to keep walking around looking like the reverse hulk"

Eddie shook his head. "No, we each had our own rooms at first. Then I asked you to move in here." He'd been about to clear out old Richie's stuff for the kid version's belongings then realized that he might not want to share rooms now. "You can go back to your old room if you want. It's still empty. Or you could share with Bill."

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trash_mouth
2019-12-06 12:09 am UTC (link)

Richie saw the box and looked at it for a moment. He didn't understand it, but at the same time he did. It was some kind of inside joke between this Eddie and the Richie he'd been a few hours ago. "You guys were weird." he said, but he was smiling while he said it. He liked it, it meant that they hadn't changed, not deep down where it counted.

"We can do that? They don't care if we move around and stuff?" he was about to ask if Eddie's mom would actually let them sleep in the same bed without screaming all night, before he remembered that she wasn't there. And that they had been grown ups.

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hypochondriac_
2019-12-06 09:28 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, we were. I must have caught your weird." Eddie smiled back. He liked that description much more than being boring. The man that he was now was better, simply for the short time he had as Richie's partner. "We were happy too. Really happy." If kid Richie figured it out on his own, he wanted him to know that.

"They won't mind. They might even help you move your stuff around." Eddie answered. "You can even switch around. Some nights on your own, some nights with someone else."

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