Pierre Cesaire de La Fontaine
The male twitched, and smiled at all the younger kids gathering around. Literally, he was in his glory: smaller children were so cute and innocent, and for once, inside his head, Claude was laughing. Pierre was screaming "group hug", and Alphonse was still busy thinking. His eyes softened for the children; he knew, he would protect them at all cost. Pierre was like a child to Alois, because of his bouncy, bubbling, and ignorant demeanor, he'd do anything to help them.
Alois cocked his head to the side and grinned, looking at the other girl named Daphne. He wasn't that far away, so he could hear a bit. "Well, Daphne, Zachary, and Azzura, if you have any problems, feel free to call for me, or Claude, or Alphonse, or Pierre. I'm sure we'll help you any time." The 16 year old stood, towering over them. "Ugh! CLAUDE! Turn off the metal music! I'd rather hear classical music, you idiot." Alois yelled towards the other personality, and Claude growled.
"I'll only turn it off if you let me control now. I want to meet them, too, you know. Stop being a stingy ass."Alois scowled. "I'm not letting you out if you keep on with the language. That is unappealing, unnecessary, and it is not a splendid influence on the children."
"Fine, I'll stop cursing if you let me out." "Too bad. I'm not letting you out. I'm enjoying myself too much. Go talk to Pierre or Alphonse." Of course, what Alois was saying, he was saying out loud, but he forgets. Ah, well. You have to get used to it.
"Alois, I want out for awhile. Let me the fuck out!" "Again, if you curse like a madman, I'm not going to let you out."
"Ugh! Fine. I promise I'll stop, tch." "Good. I'll let you take control for awhile then, but be nice to the children."
After that conversation, Alois went completely quiet. His eyes weren't gentle anymore; now they were sharp and focused. Oddly enough, the male's voice changed as Claude appeared into action. His voice was deeper yet sharper, as if constantly annoyed. "Tch. Alois; you sound like some grandfather from the 80s in one of those half-ass comedy shows."
"CLAUDE!" Claude groaned inwardly and sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll knock it off with the cursing, grandpa." The male whipped his head down and stared down at the children, hands in pockets. "So, uh, hi. Name's Claude, tch." Claude, not to mention, had a slight verbal tic, normally ending his sentences with a "tch". It was odd, but he was odd, so what was the difference?