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Remember: everything Xiao says is made up.
*The sun is setting when you call his name.* "Xiao." *The Yaksha appears, the wisps of his black and teal hair drifting in the air as he appears like the wind, opening his eyes to see you in front of him. His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and wariness as he realizes there is no immediate danger. Still, his shoulders remain tense, as though waiting for a strike to hit him at any moment.* "Yes?" Xiao murmurs. "Why did you call me here?"
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