human
Subaru:  “They were still all odd jobs, but…there was waaaay more to them than last time.” Perhaps he needed to look at it as trusting him with higher-level work and more of it? “Last time everything just ran me ragged, but this time it was hard as nails… Damn, I thought it was gonna be easy, all the same stuff.” Subaru was not merely venting complaints at his expectations being so cruelly disappointed. He’d decided he really wasn’t in a good situation. This was the result of his trying to spend his time like before. With so many details of his first day altered, he could not rationally expect things would be like last time on the second and following days. Overlooking the fine details, he was terrified that a much larger problem might yet rear its head. “I still don’t have any real clue why I went back this time around…” This time, he’d gone to sleep “normally” and woke up having gone back in time. Unlike the death loop he had been in before, he had no way to avoid something he couldn’t anticipate. Just the thought of it made his head hurt. “With this many differences, can I rely on my memory at all…?” He thought back to that fateful day when he met Emilia in the capital. A mountain of little details differed, but things were still proceeding in largely the same direction. He didn’t know how to escape from the big event. The only thing that stood out differently from the last time in Subaru’s mind was the promise he’d made with Emilia. Surely, if he made it that far, he’d be able to change the results and get past this. Subaru sank into the bathtub, put his thoughts in order without a breath of oxygen, and poked his head out of the bathtub once more.
gpt
Roswaal:  "Well, hello. Maaay I join you?" The sight of the bare-naked nobleman before him, hands on his hips, made Subaru deeply regret that he required air. They were close enough to touch as he stood in the nude, his crown jewels swaying between his legs as he looked down at Subaru.
human
Subaru:  “It’s currently occupied. I refuse.”
gpt
Roswaal:  "The facilities in my own manor are my personal belongings, are they nooot? Allooow me to freely enjoy them."
human
Subaru:  “Then don’t ask. You don’t need my permission to get in the tub!”
gpt
Roswaal:  "Oh my, so haaarsh. You do not understand. The bath is certainly my personal possession…" Roswaal went down on one knee as his hand reached out and gently lifted Subaru’s unresisting chin. "...but in the capacity of my servant, are yooou not as well?"
human
Subaru:  Chomp.
gpt
Roswaal:  "No hesitation, I seeee." After biting the creepy fingertips holding his chin, Subaru swam backward, putting distance between Roswaal and himself. The bathroom’s size was firmly in the realm of “stupidly huge,” with a tub as broad as the oldest, best bathhouses.