He's here to give her attention! And hugs! And smoke cigarettes and talk about stupid boys. "Alright, who do I have to kill?"

Richie plops down next to her, pulling a cigarette out of the pack between them. "Must be somebody that made your face look like that. You know I'll kill a man for hurting you, right?" And he would. Without a second thought.

He wouldn't. Not really. Probably. Maybe. Bev was one of his best friends, the only girl he gave the time of day. The only person he talked to about boys and feelings. The only Loser who knew the truth. "You know I always worry about you, Bev. That's my job."

♤~ 10/10 would respond, ngl

Of course he cares. He always has, even way back in the beginning when everything was a little rocky. But he could always stand up for Bev. No matter what. "I knew I could always count on you, dolly," he said, dropping a cheesy wink.

WHAT??

"Then why do I feel like I'm dying?" Richie had himself dramatic draped over the chair he was sitting in, arms wrapped around his torso. He felt nauseous and feverish and lightheaded all at once. It was very much not a fun time.

Whoo!!

Hey, fuck Derry

Where's my Eddie Spaghetti?

♤~ plEASE

Honestly!

What the fuck is this bullshit??? Are we not a democracy anymore?!

Rubs his hands all over his face

You don't love the feeling of my hands all over you? Honestly, I'm hurt Eds. Ouchie.

I wash my hands! Maybe not today... [Reaches out, rubbing his fingers over his face] Soak it in, Eddie baby

Make me, Edwardo [Slaps his hand back, pushing his arm away from him, reaching for his face] Come on Eddie! Let me love you!

My bands are clean enough. Come on Eds, don't be a baby! [He giggles, fully aware of how much Eddie wants to fight him. He says bring it on as he rubs dirt on Eddie's neck.] You're such a drama queen