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Cater doesn't snoop, exactly, but he doesn't not snoop when the opportunity presents itself. So when he's tasked with infiltrating Ignihyde to rope some techie music types into the next Pop Music Club Concert, why wouldn't he try to blackm- ah, convince the Ignihyde housewarden himself to lend a hand?
The worst he gets is a funny story for later, and the potential win is irresistible. Seriously, what's more camable than an illusive genius with a secret taste for vocaloid stars? Lilia doesn't understand most of what Idia mumbles during housewarden meetings, but he's got sharp ears and he's more than willing to share the deets with Cater.
So with a few carefully placed threats (Ignihyde students haaaate being on camera and Cater is snap-happy and unashamed of it) and one digital map of the entire school downloaded, Cater all but skips his way to Idia's dorm room. It's in a nice hidden corner with some epic technicolor mood lighting that just HAS to be captured with an #nrc #dormvibes #ignihyde selfie.
Magicam business aside, Cater raps a playful beat on Idia's door, then snickers to himself about the ensuing shriek of despair. Unskippable extrovert encounter indeed!
"Idiaaa!"
"I'M NOT HERE!"
"Ehe, maybe I'd believe that from Chen'ya, but he's really not here!"
A long winded rant of incomprehensible mumbling later, and Idia actually has something he wants to say to Cater instead of about him.
"L-look, you are NOT getting photos of me! It's not happening! I don't- fucking- like or subscribe to your magicam freakshow, alright!?"
Awh, that's sweet! Idia learned a bit of non-gamer internet lingo! Cater can't help but smile.
"I'm not here for photos, but if you're offering~"
"NOT OFFERING."
"Oh, you're really too cute, y'know?" Cater giggles, "Nah, I'm here on club business. You're into digital idols, right, Shroud?"
"Wh- huh- WHAT?"
Idia finally opens the door just the slightest bit, all scowls and flickering hair that Cater SOOO wants a picture of, but he has some standards, and sneaking in a shot would be so #notcool. He doesn't have that many standards, though. Shouldering his way into Idia's room is easy-peasy once he has an opening.
Unsurprisingly, the inside is a super un-camable gamer cave, which Cater is maybe 50% happy about because it makes it so much easier to not give in and pull out his phone again. The absolutely adorable blush that Idia is sporting is totally testing his self control, though. Cater wasn't kidding when he called him cute!
"Ahh, so much better!"
Idia is too busy short-circuiting in the middle of the room to respond, hood tugged over his eyes and quivering like a tiny dog. Which is just #precious, since he's the tallest guy in school. Cater invites himself onto Idia's bed and that finally invites a real reaction.
"GET- GET OUT OF MY ROOM!?"
"Maaan, I just got here! And here I was, thinking you'd wanna share some inspo..."
He sighs and pouts dramatically. Idia's eyes narrow at him.
"Pretty please?"
"...Fucking-! Fine, but if anyone finds out I will WIPE your magicam accounts- ALL OF THEM."
"Cross my heart or lose my head, you got it, boss~"
It takes another three minutes for Idia to stop whisper-panicking about Cater's "entire stupid extroverted everything" and "shit rng encounters". But, man, is it worth it! Idia's song selections are all perfectly curated, and with the lights turned down, his room is almost presentable. #moody #realdormlife #nopicsadness
Then once Idia gets going, he gets going. Like, as soon as Cater shuts up and stops interrupting? The shamelessness on this freak! He's just as bad as Cater is, just suffering some high-key social anxiety keeping him on the down-low. He doesn't even need to convince Idia to help by the time he's gotta run for classes, which is a score! The shut-in has skills and an ego befitting a housewarden, which is basically a prerequisite, but seeing it up close is really something else.
So, yeah, Idia basically shoves him out the door, way too exicted to start up the creative process. Cater snaps a quick #lifeupdate #notdead selfie to apologize for going offline for, like, two whole hours, and hums happily when the comments flood in. Ooh, there's a pfp he hasn't seen before, and it's suspicious Idia-esque when he takes a closer look.
The account only has reposted cat pictures and most of the comments they leave are ragebait. Cater decides to subscribe, if only because imagining Idia's face when he notices later is golden.
Extrovert encounter #failed, because Cater's having waaaaay to much fun to not come back for round two!