Webber was a bit surprised by this, but didn't say anything.
Wendy then gently placed her hand onto Webber's middle, and began to rub it. Webber complied, taking his claws off his belly. "You will if you want your stomach to stop." Wendy then got an idea, "Here, take your hands off your stomach." "Wait? We can't wait!" Webber whined, his stomach in the midst of a huge growling fit. "There, now we wait." She said, going to sit right next to Webber on the log. She pulled out some ingredients and placed them within the pot. Webber sat down on a log close to the crock-pot, and Wendy went to the fridge that was also nearby.
She, someone who normally isn't one to smile, couldn't help but feel the right corner of her mouth raise by a single inch as Webber reassured his stomach. That, and she also found it just a bit cute, with him tenderly rubbing his middle and softly whispering to it. Though she was a bit grumpy after having her rest interrupted, Wendy couldn't help but feel sorry for her hungry friend. "Shh." He gently whispered to his stomach, "We'll get you something to eat. Webber's angry digestive organ was in desperate need of something to eat. Well, as quietly as Webber's stomach allowed. The two, aided by the light from a lantern, quietly made their way to the nearby crock-pot. She then stood up from her bed, "Come, we need to quiet that beast inside you." Webber nodded, and stood up with her. "Your stomach says otherwise." Wendy remarked. A sharp growl burst from his middle, causing him to wince and whimper. "We did." He replied, gently rubbing his belly. Wendy sighed, "You said you ate before bed." She said sternly. "Sorry." He mumbled, knowing exactly what her reasons were. Webber sat up, both claws now covering his midsection.
"Webber," she whispered, a slight forceful tone in her voice, "get up." With a somewhat annoyed huff, she sat up and placed a hand onto Webber's shoulder as he laid on his right side. She had been listening to Webber's whimpers and his roiling belly for a good few minutes into the night. His stomach's grumbles was loud enough to keep her awake. To his right was Wendy, the young blonde girl, inside her own bedroll next to Webber's. He wasn't the only one to have trouble sleeping. He wanted nothing more than to sleep, but the combination of empty stomach pains and noise prevented him. He was in the absolute throws of hunger, with each churning of his stomach sending sharp pains into his guts. One claw tightly gripping onto the blanket covering him, and the other clutching his growling belly. Webber, the young spider-boy, whimpered as he tossed and turned in his sleeping roll.
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