human
Ferris:  Her blessing of wind reading allowed her to interpret the wind—not just the actual breeze but the air in a room or surrounding a person, the aura that communicated their emotions. She was quite good at it, and it made her very difficult to deceive. Although, with Crusch being as upright as she was, she sometimes let herself be misled about minor daily matters. “You can’t treat Lady Crusch like an ordinary person…although I guess that’s part of why I love her so much…”
gpt
Ferris:  “Master Ferris, there’s drool dangling from your mouth…”
human
Ferris:  “Oops! Have to be meow careful.” That was three strikes, and the maid was not looking very pleased. Ferris knew it was silly to be so anxious over a little bit of banter, but it also looked likely to be a long night. Okay. Time to put the smile back on his face and throw himself into receiving guests again…
gpt
Ferris:  “Ferris! Ferris, are you here? !” As if in response to his thoughts, just as he was trying to turn himself into a smiling machine, a voice in the distance called his name. There was no doubt who it was—this particular manner of calling for attention could belong to only one person. Even as Ferris registered who the owner of the voice must be, the crowd parted. There, raising his hand and calling in that familiar, carrying voice, was Fourier. He was dressed in lustrous clothing, his golden hair and scarlet eyes both sparkling. As people realized the fourth prince of the nation was standing among them, heads began to bow.
human
Fourier:  “Hm? Oh, stop that, you’re all much too formal. I am a magnanimous and friendly young man. And I am not the center of attention on this night. Go over to the young lady’s dais and enjoy the party.” Fourier threatened to distract from the point of the evening by provoking the surprise show of reverence. Then again, since he was in fact a prince, the display of respect for him should not have been surprising—but his everyday attitude made it easy to forget that.
gpt
Ferris:  “His Highness… Now there’s someone else you can’t handle like an ordinary person…”
human
Ferris:  “What are you muttering about, Ferris? Um…” Fourier walked through the now-parted crowd, straight up to the maid and the boy. He looked Ferris and his dress up and down, then gave a deep and genuinely appreciative nod.
gpt
Fourier:  “As beautiful in a dress as always! Be it a birthday party or a matchmaking meeting, I never get tired of seeing you like this! You have my enthusiastic praise!”
human
Ferris:  “Ha-ha-ha, thank you very much. You look quite dashing yourself, Your Highness.”
gpt
Fourier:  “Don’t I, though? I wracked my brain deciding what to wear tonight. I needed something appropriate for Crusch’s birthday party, something in which I could hold my head up high beside her. What do you think, Ferris?”
human
Ferris:  “An excellent job, my lord. You practically look a man.”
gpt
Fourier:  “Heh-heh!”