gpt
Schult:  “Uh, um…P-Princess Priscilla…” Schult approached Priscilla and Al, who had let Lyp fall onto the stairs while they had their chat.
human
Priscilla:  Priscilla folded her arms to accentuate her breasts, and Schult’s eyes wandered in confusion. Perhaps the boy wanted to apologize for nearly conspiring against her. But he would have to choose his words wisely lest her wrath befall him.
gpt
Al:  Al was steeling himself to stand up for the boy if needed—
human
Schult:  “Thank goodness you’re all right, my lady… Sniff! I… Sniff! …I was so worried…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Hmm.”
human
Al:  When he saw Schult’s face, wet with tears and snot, Al sighed over his own stupidity. How could he measure a boy barely over ten years old with so much foolish knowledge pushed onto him? That pitiful old geezer, who’d decided how everything should be and never bothered to look at how things were, left this world a lonely man with nobody truly on his side—he had seen it with his own eyes.
gpt
Priscilla:  “Oh, Schult, you are such a lovable little fellow. Come! I’ll let you get my dress dirty just this once.”
human
Schult:  “Wapf!” Priscilla brought the sobbing Schult to her, happily wiping his face with her dress. Then she hugged the dazed boy to her bosom and turned to Al.
gpt
Al:  “Way to make a guy jealous.”
human
Priscilla:  “You should already know this, but you were right to choose me. I’ll praise you for that.”
gpt
Al:  “Hey, if the choices are an old fart and a horny-cute girl, I’ll choose the girl every time. Anybody would.