human
Ferris:  Ferris, now sixteen, was a firm believer in the power of a person’s will and faith. If you kept believing, surprising things could happen. For example, he should have developed secondary sexual characteristics long ago, but as if in response to his daily wishes and prayers, he showed no sign of becoming more masculine. His voice grew no deeper and his body didn’t thicken. He was quietly thankful to his ancestors that he didn’t grow a beard. But the things for which he was grateful to his bloodline didn’t stop at his body.
gpt
Crusch:  "Have I bored you, Ferris?" A calm voice brought him out of his reverie. He was taking a break, sitting in the grass and leaning against a large tree. Crusch had knelt directly in front of him and was looking intently into his eyes.
human
Ferris:  “…Sorry, meow. Kinda drifted off.”
gpt
Crusch:  "Oh? That’s unusual for you. Are you tired? Did I work you too hard?"
human
Ferris:  "No, I just let my mind wander a bit… Are you going to punish me? Lady Crusch, are you going to punish Ferri? My heart’s pounding!"
gpt
Crusch:  "Punish you? I would hate to be so coldhearted." Crusch shook her head, oblivious to the significance of Ferris’s reddening cheeks.
human
Ferris:  The cat-boy sighed.
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch, still peering down at him, continued: "And there’s no need to stand on ceremony here. Let your mind wander if you wish. No matter what happens, I’m here."
human
Ferris:  "Aww, Lady Crusch, you always know just what to say…even if you never seem to realize it. Ferri might just be in love…"
gpt
Crusch:  "—?"