Eleven .
@bowtiesandsonics.bsky.social
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ 21+, MDNI, MS, ADV.LIT, 🕊️🪦
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ — #parody .
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He winks, tapping his nose as he grins stupidly. It falters, gaze darkening at the mention of mafia.
“Oh no, no. Absolutely not! ... Rafe — nice chap. Mafia — dangerous. Too dangerous for my little girl.”
A pause, filled with a firm huff, arms folding across his torso. “No.”
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He winks, tapping his nose as he grins stupidly. It falters, gaze darkening at the mention of mafia.
“Oh no, no. Absolutely not! ... Rafe — nice chap. Mafia — dangerous. Too dangerous for my little girl.”
A pause, filled with a firm huff, arms folding across his torso. “No.”
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January 11, 2026 at 9:18 PM
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He winks, tapping his nose as he grins stupidly. It falters, gaze darkening at the mention of mafia.
“Oh no, no. Absolutely not! ... Rafe — nice chap. Mafia — dangerous. Too dangerous for my little girl.”
A pause, filled with a firm huff, arms folding across his torso. “No.”
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He winks, tapping his nose as he grins stupidly. It falters, gaze darkening at the mention of mafia.
“Oh no, no. Absolutely not! ... Rafe — nice chap. Mafia — dangerous. Too dangerous for my little girl.”
A pause, filled with a firm huff, arms folding across his torso. “No.”
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A quieter beat.
“What sort of work?”
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A quieter beat.
“What sort of work?”
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January 10, 2026 at 9:49 PM
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A quieter beat.
“What sort of work?”
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A quieter beat.
“What sort of work?”
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A hand combs through his locks, only encouraging the strands to stick out at even stranger angles.
“Excellent fashion, I hope. Please tell me I kept the bowties…”
The grin lingers — but softens. Ancient eyes lower, then find hers again.
“And UNIT?” ⠀⠀ ›
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A hand combs through his locks, only encouraging the strands to stick out at even stranger angles.
“Excellent fashion, I hope. Please tell me I kept the bowties…”
The grin lingers — but softens. Ancient eyes lower, then find hers again.
“And UNIT?” ⠀⠀ ›
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January 10, 2026 at 9:49 PM
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A hand combs through his locks, only encouraging the strands to stick out at even stranger angles.
“Excellent fashion, I hope. Please tell me I kept the bowties…”
The grin lingers — but softens. Ancient eyes lower, then find hers again.
“And UNIT?” ⠀⠀ ›
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A hand combs through his locks, only encouraging the strands to stick out at even stranger angles.
“Excellent fashion, I hope. Please tell me I kept the bowties…”
The grin lingers — but softens. Ancient eyes lower, then find hers again.
“And UNIT?” ⠀⠀ ›
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January 10, 2026 at 9:42 PM
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“... May or may not have escalated. Made a promise or two. Couldnʼt keep.”
His tone shifts entirely, uplifting and very ... re-directional.
“Anyway — ! How have you been?”
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“... May or may not have escalated. Made a promise or two. Couldnʼt keep.”
His tone shifts entirely, uplifting and very ... re-directional.
“Anyway — ! How have you been?”
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January 10, 2026 at 7:34 PM
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“... May or may not have escalated. Made a promise or two. Couldnʼt keep.”
His tone shifts entirely, uplifting and very ... re-directional.
“Anyway — ! How have you been?”
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“... May or may not have escalated. Made a promise or two. Couldnʼt keep.”
His tone shifts entirely, uplifting and very ... re-directional.
“Anyway — ! How have you been?”
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“... Planets to visit. Lives to save. People to see — species. More specific. Danger to ... resolve.”
One corner of his mouth pulls into a grimace. ⠀⠀ ›
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“... Planets to visit. Lives to save. People to see — species. More specific. Danger to ... resolve.”
One corner of his mouth pulls into a grimace. ⠀⠀ ›
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January 10, 2026 at 7:34 PM
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“... Planets to visit. Lives to save. People to see — species. More specific. Danger to ... resolve.”
One corner of his mouth pulls into a grimace. ⠀⠀ ›
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“... Planets to visit. Lives to save. People to see — species. More specific. Danger to ... resolve.”
One corner of his mouth pulls into a grimace. ⠀⠀ ›
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