Borborygmi
Ben drummed his fingers against his knees and looked out the window as the lesson droned on. He hated being cooped up like this, it was better now that he had Spider time to let loose a little but it didn't make things suck too much less. Worst part was that he'd rushed out the door, no breakfast. And now he was starving.
Which his stomach took as a cue to rumble as loudly as possible in the middle of class.
Shoot. Hopefully nobody had heard that...
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