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[It takes everything in him not to jerk away and slap a hand over his neck to hide it. Crap, how did he not think about that? His artificial skin that covered his neck was gone, obviously, along with all of his normal clothes. He tenses up but tries to make a nonchalant shrug.]
It's nothing! Just a dumb tattoo-thing I got. Dumb teenage stuff. [Just ignore that it's metal, Duo.]