"Look, Kuro'o, flowers!"
Makube grins proudly as he hold up the large bouquet. Kuro'o tilts his head to the side, impressed at the variety of different blossoms.
"Ah, thank you, Makube. You didn't have to do this, you know."

"Nah, it's OK. I had fun picking them!"
He goes over to the vase on the nightstand table, crudely replacing the dried pussy-willow plants set there as a remainder of a coming spring. The colourfull flowers provide a rather welcome contrast to the white, near-empty room. In fact, Kuro'o can't remember last time he saw flowers like that. They didn't exactly bloom near the orphanedge, much less near the playground or any of the places his wheelchair can reach.
"Where did you find these?"

"Oh, I.."
Makube's voice trails off, leaving a guilty expression on his face.

"...I kinda picked them from the flower exhibit at the museum..." He stares at the ground. Kuro'o pushes his chair closer, urging him to continue.

"W-Well, 'cause you can't see them, since you're in a wheelchair an' all..."