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Carefully touching his scarf for a moment, Nasir then adjusted the strap over his shoulder for the bag he was carrying. He had gone looking for her on the beach but she had not been there and he ... There had been a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Mostly because he had heard enough about what had happened and not seeing Sunny on the beach, not finding her there smoking, was a little unsettling.

He still knew where else to look for her, however, and that was why he was knocking on the door of the Shore mansion.

Nasir blinked, not quite sure he was ready for this new look. He had not know - no one had told him - and her name slipped out without him even thinking about it. "Sunny?"

It was more than just a different style of clothing (he was wearing a skirt with leggings and a very nice blouse) on them. This was a different person and his heart suddenly ached. "I mean, um, hi. I've been busy with work and ... this other thing."

This other thing was why he had a scarf on (and it had become a permanent fixture).

"I brought you some things I made too." ... but when did he did not?

Nasir stared, tried to not do so really, but he did. He followed them inside and watched as they used magic to turn on the heat.

His fingers curled and stretched. "I missed you too," he replied, and then in a quiet voice spoke once more. "I think I need to give you a hug."

That was all the warning they got because Nasir was reaching for Sonny a moment later, pulling them towards him and hugging. The kind of hug someone got after they had not been seen for a while and the other was not sure if everything was really okay but they needed to hug because hugs made things better.

The hug went on, Nasir holding perhaps a little tight to Sonny but he relented and pulled back. A gentle kiss, affectionate and warm, was pressed to their forehead before he gave a sheepish smile (because he was being weird, surely). "I'm sorry I did not come by sooner."

Nasir's eyes were a bit misty (and he felt like he was mourning even if they were in front of him but not really) but he let his arms drop from Sonny and turned to his bag to pull out the ginger snap cookies he had brought with him. His scarf started to wriggle on it's own, a small head peeking out and peering at Sonny with the eyes the same warm brown of Nasir's.

Nasir's fingers went up to his scarf, brushing against the flying squirrel, as he smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, it is. His name is Trouble." Yet the name was said with affection and mirth. Trouble wriggled and squirmed his way out of Nasir's scarf (it was a nice warm nest). With a brief wiggle and hunker down, he was jumping and then gliding towards Sonny. He might have landed more on their wrist than their hand.

(... because Sonny was- Well, Trouble did not know for sure but they were something interesting.)

"I thought you might want to meet him."

A low chirp escaped, Trouble pancaking in Sonny's hand. He was sniffing forward when he was brought close, small paws pressing against her nose.

"I thought it was a cute name especially because he isn't," chuckled Nasir. "He ... um, kind of found me? I think, at least, because one night I was finishing up in the kitchen and next thing I know I am seeing through his eyes and peering into my kitchen window."

"I didn't either but they are? Except for, um, Nantucket and Dukes county?" Which made sense because how would the squirrels get out there. Nasir was quiet then, watching as Sonny's eyes crossed and they were speaking with Trouble.

It was cute, actually, especially when there were chirps in response to Sonny's question. The obvious spot that was along his back but then there was rubbing a finger behind his left ear. That was Trouble's favorite spot for pets.

Nasir was mostly watching with a little wonder in his eyes, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I thought he was he took to the training stuff I've tried pretty quickly." Nasir ducked his head, looking to the tea pot and make sure it was not boiling yet. "I'm proud of of him and I just ... want him to be protected too, you know?"

Sometimes he felt strange that while he let Trouble roam, at night the flying squirrel was brought inside so that he did not fret. Perhaps it was his last lingering fear but it remained because Trouble was not a bird like Mister Bitterberry or Biscuit.