Hah. Okay, considering Edwin was Bostonian born, Ashdown's gloomy weather wasn't really the devil to them, but it wasn't always the most ideal for what they wanted to do. Today wasn't so bad, though, and lately they'd had surprisingly good luck with getting usable photos. That was important, because most people dismissed Edwin as a solicitor. Which they kind of were, but they weren't a money-seeking solicitor, or anything.
Still, the bags of camera equipment that were currently keeping them company on this park bench were an unfortunately good deterrent for passers-by. They weren't a stalker, though. Just...even if they weren't currently administrating it, the blog did need contributors to keep updating, and the interview portion kind of counted as real human contact. Which meant that picking a victim was all on Edwin.
"Hey," they called, to a tiny kid who was hunched over on himself. They waved their camera invitingly, leaning back on their bench as if to demonstrate how nice and comfortable it was. "Got a few minutes to spare?"
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