human
Subaru:  “I can’t say this isn’t how I imagined things would unfold or how you would act, but you’re more than just a lightweight—you’re a bad drunk, Emilia-tan.”
gpt
Subaru:  “If I had my way, I’d force her to stop drinking and sing her to sleep with some lullabies…” But Subaru had circumstances preventing him from stopping Emilia—her sexily draping herself over him, for one. For another, he very simply could not move from his spot. And as for why—
human
Subaru:  “Oh, Subaruuu?”
gpt
Rem:  "Yes, Rem? May I help you, ma’am?”
human
Rem:  “Glomp.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Sorry, ma’am, but you’re hurting me.” As Subaru sat cross-legged on the balcony floor, Rem was lying beside him, using his knee as a pillow.
human
Subaru:  “Assuming you didn’t get drunk off excitement, you must’ve gotten drunk off the smell of alcohol, of all things. But if that’s the case, what happens when you use wine in cooking? And you also pour wine for Rozchi sometimes.”
gpt
Rem:  “Don’ make fun a me Subaru…Subaru…Subaru…” Rem lifted just her head slightly off Subaru’s knee as she spoke.
human
Subaru:  “You’re calling my name three times… Um, why is that?”
gpt
Rem:  “My work’s impornant, so I al’ays stay vigilan’. Bu’ today, I’m leddin’ m’self loose ’cos issa party.” She then cut herself off mid-thought, flung her arms around Subaru’s waist, and pushed her head into his stomach.
human
Subaru:  Subaru was stunned by the unexpected occurrence, but he indulged Rem with some head pats.
gpt
Rem:  Rem purred happily in turn.
human
Subaru:  “Are you a cat?! You’re supposed to be an Oni… For that matter, Oni are supposed to hold their liquor well." Subaru then craned his neck in sudden confusion.