Life was boring when you had to wait. And Vox had been waiting for weeks now, at least it felt like it. Why couldn't the moon get fuller quicker? Why couldn't he just speed up the process, get himself turned into that horrible furry creature and then be done with it? It was annoying him and he knew why. The transformation was nearing. Only a couple of days and it would be that nightmare all over again.

Vox tried to distract himself by walking around the city. It wasn't like anyone was going to stop him from doing that. Walking around wasn't illegal for the royal family, right? He could make it illegal with all the shit he constantly put himself in. Today he had managed to get himself a little further away from the city however, the quietness catching up to him now. It was nice somewhat.

But that silence got so rudely disturbed by a person. A person. How dare they. "Hey, that's my spot," Vox so pleasantly announced himself, knowing fully well he'd never been here before. But still he frowned and looked a little sad. As best he could of course.

Vox hadn't seen the stranger before. Duh, otherwise he wouldn't be a stranger. Plus, Ishgard was full of people he didn't know. It was both horrible and enjoyable. 'Cause most of the people didn't know him either, since he barely showed up to any fancy event his uncle threw. They didn't want him to be a 'security risk'. Unless there was food involved.

Claiming a spot in nature was useless, hence why he did it. He was a little surprised to see the stranger not respond and simply just moving a little to offer the spot to Vox. It made him grin in confusion. Still he moved closer to sit down next to the other. "I was kidding, I've never been here before," he chuckled, immedately drawn to the other's sketchbook. Personal space? Don't know her. "Oh! Watcha drawing?" he immediately asked enthusiastically, peering at the pages. Looked like some fine art going on over there.