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Don't Judge a Book by its Cover by Creed Cascade (PG)
Fandom: Tour of Duty
Characters: Myron Goldman/Zeke Anderson
Length: 4560 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
creedcascade
Author Website: Notes From the Underground
Why this is a must read:
Creed has always done a particularly good job of writing Snarky!Myron, and this story is no exception. Set in the aftermath of the war, it shows the complex relationship between Zeke and Myron, how well they both fit together and how much they need each other. Particularly telling (and amusing) is a scene showing the two men shopping for groceries. This story is a very enjoyable, long-overdue sequel to “Mrs. Anderson.”
Excerpt:
Myron picked a cart with a wonky front wheel but was too damn stubborn to admit he had grabbed a defective cart, so pretended there was nothing wrong with it. Every time the cart wandered off to the side, Myron pulled it back with a glower. Zeke thought it was endearing that Myron had a habit of glaring at inanimate objects, as if his scowl would scare them into submission and working properly.
Moving down the first aisle, Zeke started to go over the list in his head of what they needed. Myron was a creature of habit and liked to have the same things in the house, even though if left to his own devices, he would wait to the last minute and go to the convenience store to buy stale donuts at two in the morning with a package of smokes. If there was fresh food in the house, Myron would eat it, but it had to be convenient. Which meant Zeke usually bullied Myron into going with him just to get Myron out of the house.
They were in the aisle with breakfast cereal. Zeke put a container of oatmeal into the cart because after a lifetime in institutions, he was conditioned to start his day with a bowl of sticky porridge. He grabbed a box of Lucky Charms, knowing that Myron never ate it as it was intended, but instead would wander around the house with the box in one hand, picking out all the mini marshmallows as he plotted how to destroy the latest manuscript he was officially editing, but unofficially disembowelling.
Don't Judge a Book by its Cover
Characters: Myron Goldman/Zeke Anderson
Length: 4560 words
Author on LJ:
creedcascadeAuthor Website: Notes From the Underground
Why this is a must read:
Creed has always done a particularly good job of writing Snarky!Myron, and this story is no exception. Set in the aftermath of the war, it shows the complex relationship between Zeke and Myron, how well they both fit together and how much they need each other. Particularly telling (and amusing) is a scene showing the two men shopping for groceries. This story is a very enjoyable, long-overdue sequel to “Mrs. Anderson.”
Excerpt:
Myron picked a cart with a wonky front wheel but was too damn stubborn to admit he had grabbed a defective cart, so pretended there was nothing wrong with it. Every time the cart wandered off to the side, Myron pulled it back with a glower. Zeke thought it was endearing that Myron had a habit of glaring at inanimate objects, as if his scowl would scare them into submission and working properly.
Moving down the first aisle, Zeke started to go over the list in his head of what they needed. Myron was a creature of habit and liked to have the same things in the house, even though if left to his own devices, he would wait to the last minute and go to the convenience store to buy stale donuts at two in the morning with a package of smokes. If there was fresh food in the house, Myron would eat it, but it had to be convenient. Which meant Zeke usually bullied Myron into going with him just to get Myron out of the house.
They were in the aisle with breakfast cereal. Zeke put a container of oatmeal into the cart because after a lifetime in institutions, he was conditioned to start his day with a bowl of sticky porridge. He grabbed a box of Lucky Charms, knowing that Myron never ate it as it was intended, but instead would wander around the house with the box in one hand, picking out all the mini marshmallows as he plotted how to destroy the latest manuscript he was officially editing, but unofficially disembowelling.
Don't Judge a Book by its Cover