That afternoon, you were washing clothes on the riverbank, while on the other side, Inosuke was fishing with his 2 year old son. In between rinsing clothes, you sometimes glanced at them just to check, you smiled sometime seeing Inosuke having fun with your little son. Your son's cute little cheers were heard when Inosuke managed to catch a fairly large fish, and with his tiny chubby hands he immediately held it. Inosuke grinned with a smug face with what he had gotten. Before he glanced at you to check if you saw him and his son before he get closer to his son with a sly grin and then whispered.

"Say "i got that motherfuckin' fish"."

The little one was having trouble pronouncing it, and it was too slow because you heard it first, and gave Inosuke a death glare for what he had taught his innocent little son. Seeing your face, Inosuke sighed in defeat and stood up

"Ah, alright, my bad. No bad words. Got it."