Cater had noticed the fae students, of course. The Prince of Briar Valley was all that half the school could talk about. Most of the students here didn't know enough about non-human politics to consider his feelings on the matter, but Cater didn't sweat it. Both fae and demons were uncommon members of the student body--not unheard of, but not nearly as numerous as their beastmen counterparts. No, fae and demons were more alike in their rarity, the seclusion that their kind tended to prefer. Both to the outside world, and to one another.

But Cater had had a bit of an unconventional life, which is why he was at NRC today.

Maybe it's that for that reason that when he sees the petite fae walk into the clubroom and take a seat, he immediately breaks away from the other two students and slides into the one beside him. Does he notice any tension? He has a smile on his face that's certainly asking for trouble.

"Hey," he greets. "I'm supposed to hate you."