From a distance, or from the Inner City, the Outer City looks like a complete hellhole. It looks like the before picture of Rome after the volcano erupted so long ago. Barely anyone remembered it now, all those years ago, and just like with Rome, down on the soil below, the Outer City was beginning to be forgotten- left where it was and everyone inside the outer regions left there to converse with those of their kind. 

To the Outer City, their opposites were just pure assholes who thought that had all the nicer things, and all the nicer people, and everything, while they were simultaneously stealing from them. It was frustrating.

An Outer Dweller looked out over the tall buildings that allowed people to see over the prosperous skyscrapers on the Inner City's edge, lips curled into a frown as his legs hung off the edge of a barely withheld structure near the edge of the Outer City's end, and the Inner City's beginning. The wind was barely noticeable here, barely brushing his spiked hair and horns, moving the tails of his trench coat, dull red eyes glowering in the shining lights of the Inner Sanctum. The Inner Palace- the place where all the rich bastards lay to sleep at night.

His nails dug into the already disastrous roofing, just existent enough to leave a mark in the paneling. Tears brimmed at the edges of his eyes, lips curling more into a scowl than a well placed frown. An involuntary hiss of a curse slithered out from his bruised lips, teeth clenched in anger and displeasure. 

Before he could do anything more, or less, a fragile, yet strong, hand was placed over her left one, cold and refreshing as well as clammy and comforting at the same time. His dull red eyes drifted up to meet the owner of said hand, and the scowl began to fade. It was his part-moirail-half-friend-part-sister cooperative in their silent mission, Nepeta Leijon. "Hey Nep." His raspy voice scratched at the air and the amount in his throat, only that way from lack of usage and boiling rage, only being soothed by two people. One of them was the woman in front of him.

"Hey Karkitty. I thought you needed someone to be with you while you're up here." The smile on her face complimented the hue of her dull forest green irises, being his age, and almost the time where color finally begins to trail into the troll's irises, once a bright onyx color. Her coattails fell over the edge as she moved next to 'Karkitty', and her curly hair bounced a little in response. 

"I guess you could say that..." He trailed off as he looked over the edge of the inner ring of the Outer City of Acquariet to the bright city within and sighed, looking up the stars that glimmered brightly. 'Nep' looked up as well, swinging her legs back and forth boredly. Her figure swayed in the scarce wind, humming an Outside song that they have all heard a million times now. It was a lullaby that the Inners always sung to the young, and it was soothing, because it gave them hope. Hope that they could once be free enough to do something like that with their young, and perhaps even hear their young sing it to THEIR young. Confusing, doubtful in this generation, but hoped for. 

The silence was gratuitous but also unnerving. Slow and calming, while simultaneously being hurried and stressing. Comforting. The two looked at each other after a little bit and Nep squeezed his hand, making him squeeze back in response. It was a sign to let loose and smile, and then they both laughed.

Only they knew what the were laughing about.