G is sitting at a simple patio table reading a little book, upon the table sits a plate with some crumbs on it
There is only one chair and it is the one G sits upon
K enters
K: I have a qu-
G: Don't talk
K: Bu-
G: Please
K: ...
G: ...
K: Igottago-
G: Please
K sits down, eyes flared, nervous movements in their appendages
K stands swatting at their bottom and looking down at the ground in surprise
K: These ants-
G: SSSSHHHHH
K looks at G, a sense of growing anger in K's body
G: You didn't read the pamphlets?
G holds their finger to their lips
K shrugs, body expressing confusion and confirmation that the pamphlets were no read
G: There are ants ... If you'd read the pamphlet you'd know it ...
K slaps at their thigh, sharply
G: That's your fault
K exits and G goes back to reading the little book
Soon an ugly dragging abrasive sound is known and K re-enters, with a heavy chair
K sits on the chair and looks down suspiciously at the ground
K rubs their eyes and expresses exhaustion, bodily
G reacts with humor at the little book they are reading
K settles into the chair, staring at G for a while as G engages with their book
TBC