Reddie One Shots

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Richie Tozier usually took long walks in the cold night. Tonight, was no different. He grabbed his boots, gloves, coat, hat and scarve and headed out. He loved the cool breeze that lifted his hair and blew it across his face. His nose was tinted a pink color, leaving his freckles more noticeable. He was tall and skinny, so he fit easily into the shadows. He liked that, in the night, no one knew him. No one noticed. He walked along, in the shadows. There was barely anyone out. He kept walking until he saw someone sitting on a bench ahead. Richie kept hidden in the shadows. It was a boy. A small boy that was Richie's age. The boy was short. He was wearing a coat that engulfed his skinny body. His nose and the tips of his ears were bright red. He had little white gloves on his small hands. The boy had short brown hair that was parted perfectly. Freckles littered his face. He was adorable. Even in the bitter cold, Richie's heart melted.