Who: Kratos and his son
What: Probably just a narrative, but I suppose open if you like
Where: The Neighborhood
When: Some balmy weekend day
Warnings/Rating: None I can think of.
Who knows what the neighbors think of Kratos, who tore up his half of the backyard to make a massive vegetable garden, who semi-regularly drags out large pieces of carpentry work to work on in the driveway, and doesn't believe in shirts when it is hot.
Neighborhood gossips are witness to an extremely heated argument between the big man and his young son, the majority of which takes place in Atreus' native Old Norse (not that most people in Repose know that's what it is). The only English phrase used is
go camping and it is spoken with derision by Kratos and piping, increasingly defensive excitement by his son.
In summary, Atreus wants to do something and Kratos says no. Atreus says something that seems to snap Kratos' temper and he breaks what he's holding. It's noisy. Atreus slams the front door. Kratos leaves the chest of drawers he was working on in the drive next to the wreck of his truck (which he still has not replaced). Half the curious Neighborhood then withdraws back behind their blinds.