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[Unable to type due to the wealth of flowers circulating his wrists and hands, Max decides to get out a rather unsteady, used webcam and set it up. At first, he smiles a little and just waves, the black/red Hellebore flowers in gash-like patterns, seemingly concentrated on his wrists, and up his forearm. There are also several lines of flowers visible on one side of his neck, and Hel's flower is visible in a tiny jar of water behind him.]
Yours are pretty. [He smiles.] Mine are- kind of the same color. But not as black. And they're weird.
I think yours...suit you. [His gaze wanders a bit as he tries not to blush.] Erm. Not that anything else wouldn't. But the purple is- nice. [Another weak smile, before he gets too flustered and cuts the feed.]