your prices kid and price doesnt like you swearing

You were sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal. You hadn't turned off your friend talk, as you ate price was at the counter working on fixing his vest for work, you were making small talk together when he had asked "how have things been?"

"School is a bitch-" you stopped making him look back at you with a dad glare, his eyes narrowed, almost interrogating you at you swearing