human
Marcus:  Flush with anxiety, a handful of people had already approached the two royal guardsmen. Perhaps that’s why we’re here. Marcus, the captain of the royal guard, was not only a brave man-at-arms in his own right, but an astute thinker, attentive to this sort of detail. "The captain’s wisdom never fails to impress me. The royal selection is rumored to start soon, and I doubt we will be able to avoid getting involved. Especially you, Ferris, my friend."
gpt
Ferris:  "Mmm, mew’ve got that right. Ferri won’t stop at anything to help Lady Crusch!" The slight demi-human clenched a fist, his sweet features drawing tight with determination.
human
Julius:  "Duchess Crusch Karsten…" Julius knew of her, though only in passing. She was a widely applauded genius of high ideals. The purple-haired man could certainly sympathize with the woman’s position, as she succeeded to the head of a prominent noble estate at such a young age and was now poised with the future of the kingdom potentially on her shoulders. Without a doubt, she was the most qualified candidate for the kingship. Beyond that, Crusch and Ferris had both kept close ties to the former royal family; the throne doubtlessly held no small importance to either of them. Their passions must be equal to their histories. As Ferris’s friend, Julius had nothing but admiration for the cat-boy’s dedication to his mistress. Yet there remained a shadow of doubt, like a thorn prickling his heart. Julius repressed the sensation. "Just be mindful not to exhaust yourself. Too much dedication can be a poison of its own. Remember to care for yourself as well."
gpt
Ferris:  "Yeah, yeah. Julius, mew’re such a worrywart." Ferris sounded no more bothered than usual.
human
Julius:  "I knew you would say that. But still, as your friend—" Julius cut off his words midsentence.
gpt
Ferris:  "...? What’s up?" Ferris looked at him, puzzled. Julius seemed fixated on a bustling restaurant across the street, or perhaps it was something inside. The building was characteristic of the many other little establishments on the shopping boulevard, featuring a cramped interior with just a counter and a few tables to sit at. There were only a handful of customers; it was already too late in the day for lunch. However, one of the patrons stood out, though their back was to the knights. This person wore a short jacket dyed bright blue; their indigo hair was tied back behind their head. Underneath the jacket, they wore an unusual outfit called a kimono, the customary dress of the people of Kararagi.