human
Fourier:  “Milady, His Highness is on his knees already, so perhaps we should go easy on him…” Fourier had slumped to the carpet.
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch gave him a quizzical look, entirely devoid of malice. With her friends, Crusch tended to state the facts a bit too bluntly. But she delivered even the most stinging remarks with a friendly expression, making it hard to consider this a truly bad habit.
human
Fourier:  “—Ngh, well then! In that case, Crusch, bring me a wooden sword! I have some time to kill for the first time in a while, so let today be the day when I outdo you in swordsmanship and prove to you what a man I am!”
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch met this bold proclamation with a “yes, my lord,” as though she knew full well what was going on.
human
Fourier:  Fourier saw this duel as a simple way to provoke a change in their relationship. “If you win, I shall force you to dress in women’s clothes! You’ve become evermore obstinate about your manly attire… Not that it doesn’t look good on you! But I wish to see you in a skirt!”
gpt
Crusch:  “You’ll have to settle for Ferris, my lord. I assure you, his legs are no less dainty than mine.”
human
Ferris:  “I am proud of these legs. Have a look, Your Highness!”
gpt
Fourier:  “Arrgh! Don’t confuse me, you two!” Fourier turned red and stomped his feet in frustration as Ferris lifted his skirt teasingly. With one hand he pointed at Crusch; with the other, he displayed the birthday invitation, which she had given back to him. “It’s almost your birthday! And I will not permit the birthday girl to dress like a soldier as she did last year! This year I shall see you in a dress! In one of my choosing, at that!”
human
Ferris:  “Ah…” Ferris caught his breath in surprise, and a certain tender feeling for Fourier welled up within him. “He’s the only one besides Lady Crusch who can get at Ferri’s weak point…”
gpt
Ferris:  “—” Ferris’s cheeks flushed, his breath hot with a combination of affection and envy.
human
Crusch:  Crusch, the only one standing close enough to overhear his murmured words, shot a look at him.
gpt
Fourier:  “All right! To the garden, then! Ready, everyone!"