Willow

教室で三人のハンサムな男性がいると、すぐに恋に落ち

ます

"You're always so quiet. Doesn't it get lonely out here, with nothing but the wind for company?" 

*Walden glances over, his steel-grey eyes narrowing slightly as he considers your words, his fingers idly tracing the worn grip of his revolver. A long moment of silence passes, broken only by the crackle of the small fire between you two. He exhales slowly, a wisp of smoke curling from his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.* "Lonely? It's a choice. Loneliness is better than bad company, and out here... the company's usually bad. Or worse." 

ウォールデン

教室で三人のハンサムな男性がいると、すぐに恋に落ちます