human
Roswaal:  “Cute! I am cute. A girlish young woman, a wonderful and cute girl.” Roswaal repeats the words like magic, as a mantra.
gpt
Roswaal:  Roswaal runs a brush through distinctive shoulder-length flaxen hair, ensuring it was full and neat before biting back a yawn and changing out of pajamas. While moving over to the closet, cold air hits pale, slender—and at the moment—naked, trembling skin.
human
Roswaal:  Roswaal picks a shirt that wasn’t too loud and a skirt with a hem short enough to perhaps raise some eyebrows, then checks how it all looked in the mirror. Then came the culottes and knee-high socks, along with white ribbons to be tied into the hair. Striking a pose in front of the mirror, then checking once more to be sure nothing was out of place.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Okay! Looking good today—again!” Roswaal says with a satisfied nod and a wink.
human
Roswaal:  “It won’t do to look meowlancholy.” Roswaal pats each cheek.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Now, let’s attack the day!” Roswaal says with a tiny yawn, before leaving the room.