closed; Up where the mountains meet the heavens above

[trashmouths]

Who: Richie Tozier and Lance Sweets
What: Richie's worried about his friends
Where: Lance's place
When: Backdated to before the sandstorm
Warnings: Richie's mouth, and most likely talks of abuse, bullying, murder, basically everything that comes with a stephen king movie

[ He supposes he should have actually told Lance he was going to come knocking, but that would have required some slight degree of impulse control and planning ahead. With Bill and Beverly gone, all of that is completely out the window - all that's left is Eddie's worrying, Stan's meticulous, and...Richie.

It makes him feel strange, not being with the rest of the Loser's, and he knows it makes the others feel weird, too--before he'd just had blind optimism that the rest would show up, but it's starting to dwindle and leave Richie with the very real fact that this place is just as bad as what they fought in Derry. And then there's how concerned he is with everyone else, and sure, Lance had helped, but Richie had backpedaled and did what he always did when faced with a problem: ignore it and look for something fun.

So it's a strange moment of lucidity as Richie realizes him distracting himself won't help his friends. It's just after dinner (courtesy of Ignis) that he finds himself knocking pretty loudly, fumbling with his glasses as he waits. ]

Fuck.

[ The last word is softly to himself, chewing on the inside of his lip. ]

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[lifetothefullest]

[Lance is definitely not expecting any visitors, let alone Richie specifically, and so the knock on the door is something of a surprise; he isn't immediately sure if he should answer it at all, especially since his apartment is something of a mess and he has very little in the way of food or drinks for hosting someone. He also isn't entirely sure he wants to talk to anyone in general.

But curiosity is overriding his caution and reclusiveness, and so he does end up opening the door. His hair is a mess and he's dressed very casually, stuff strewn about his apartment, but all of that is much less of a concern once he realizes it's Richie in the hallway; not only are those things probably not something a thirteen-year-old boy is going to judge, but Lance is a lot more concerned about why Richie has shown up at his door.]

Hey, Richie.

[It's friendly but a little perplexed, although he steps aside immediately to let Richie into the apartment if he wants to come in.]