((Shout-out to Rishita945 for waking me up fully this morning lol))
After the trial of Chihiro and Mondo's execution, Makoto didn't converse with anyone. He was two sentences away from breaking character and he didn't want anyone to see this early.
So he just went to his room and to the bathroom, checking the crevices in the tiles to make sure he didn't miss any blood. No matter how diligent he is with cleaning, he always misses something. This only happened once, but he now despises it when somebody gets killed in a pristine white bathroom. Who wouldn't?
He switched on the light and checked the floor where and around where Sayaka got a knife plunged into her abdomen. There's an oddly prominent blob of dry blood in the corner, in the grout of the floor and walls. How did he miss that?
The brunet groaned as he saw it. More work. He could scream in anger because the rooms are soundproof, but better to be safe then sorry. Can't draw anyone's attention by accident right now.
He went ahead and looked in the cabinet, silently hoping and praying he didn't put the baking soda back in the storage room. Yeah, he knows the room is nearby but he might accidentally bump into a talkative peer or, heaven forbid, Kyoko or Byakuya. And he can't handle either chance right now.
Oh thank the Lord above, he didn't put it away yet. He let out a sigh of relief and took the baking soda box out and set it on the sink counter before looking for a cup.
He got an empty one. He used it for mouth wash, but who cares. It's fine. He'll just get another cup tomorrow.
"Two part baking soda, one part water..." He mumbled under his breath, recalling how to clean the dry blood.
He had to find where he hid electronics and turn on the Wi-Fi again for five minutes just to find out how to the first time he cleaned this place up. Took forever to load though.
Although, he does recall Junko talking about how to remove blood from practically anything. That was so long ago, all he remembers is that if you needed to remove blood from clothes, it had something to with lemons. Or something similar. Maybe citrus in general.
The Ultimate Lucky Student made the paste and just poured a good amount of it onto the area. ... Probably should've put on gloves. He sighed, set down the cup with a clink on the floor and went back to searching through the the cabinet for a glove. He lost the other one, with his luck, but he knows he at least has one.
Makoto found it, put it on his right hand and used that protected hand to slather the area in equal amounts. Time to let it sit for a while, I guess..
