@maskeraide said: ❛ i’m all about the human fuckin’ kindness. ❜
he laughs unevenly, the way one might when a ship deck was shifting out from under your feet. you know it’s just the waves jostling the boat, but there’s always that chance — the whole fucking thing might tip over. and then it wouldn’t be so funny. but these are merely the running commentary in a slightly unhinged mind, while they stand at the mouth of the tunnel contemplating. making their stupid jokes, wondering what the fuck they were doing here.
truthfully, he feels sick. but he also can’t help but grin, crooked and uneasy, at beaver; ❝ …yeah, dude. gonna deliver some human kindness to his ass for sure. gonna be pissing it for a week. ❞ or we’ll die, he guesses, bleak and mildly hysterical. he finds the entirely overwrought irish cop voice, for this particular occasion; ❝ — but we’re no pussyfoots, are we, boyo? ❞ ( he tries to be that surly but amiable adult from all those years ago, who warned them about playing in the barrens ). and he pulls beaver into a side-armed headlock, mussing his hair once more — for the road. ❝ won’t let the clown eat the ‘ead off ya, swear on me mum and me badge. ❞
the voice reverberates around them hollowly. and he realizes, surveying the dim tunnel again, even being someone else doesn’t quite cut the fear, this time. richie sobers some as he finally releases his friend, to glumly reassess their predicament. this time his laugh is only shaky, and the voice just belongs to richie tozier; ❝ …shit, man. i still think we should have brought a fuckin’ machine gun. we’re genuinely so fucking stupid. ❞
