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It's good for an immortal, even one as deceptively youthful as Cavan, to have a regular day job. Not only does it keep them in touch with the mortal mentality, it also pays the bills. In between classes, Cavan works at the college library as a page. It's not especially glamorous (dealing with pull lists for the professors can in fact be a pain, when they find out some student has dared to check out a book they want), but it's a coveted job for anyone who likes to be around books. He's very good at his job, pleasant to the rest of the staff and patrons alike, and of course behind his back most of the women gossip about how absolutely adorable he is. Mostly adorable in a 'want to pinch his cheeks' kind of way. He hears them, and smiles, and is used to it. When no one is around he walks through the stacks and admires the books, and thinks of a time before books were known to the world at large, when everything that was known was passed along by word of mouth and rote memorization. He likes books, but they still seem somehow like cheating.
It's a slow day today, and there's nothing to do but a little shelving, so nobody else minds if he takes his time in the stacks putting away the books.
It's a slow day today, and there's nothing to do but a little shelving, so nobody else minds if he takes his time in the stacks putting away the books.