Price wasn’t opposed to smoking, he didn’t mind it. It was a completely different story when it came to his child smoking weed.

He had returned early home, only to find you smoking on the balcony, he came up behind you, forcing the blunt out of your hand.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He immediately scolded, of course he did. He didn’t know how to react to anything without anger.