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Fives is far too nervous to be attempting what will be (dramatically and unnecessarily) chalked up to revenge with murderous intent, but he can't chicken out now.
There's a pond in Colt's back yard (not Fives's cousin Ponds, who was also currently in Colt's backyard) and Wolffe stole Fives's sour patch kids and then shoved him into it last year. The thing is vile-- full of algae and frogs and things Fives doesn't really want to think about, thank you very much. It's a wonder he didn't catch the black death.
But now, during the annual "get boogieboards or floaties or whatever we can put out on there because it's finally summer" Fett barbecue, Fives finally has a chance for revenge, and boy is he gonna take it, even though his older cousin is rabid, and a good 7 years older and much stronger than Fives, and prone to biting, and-- good god, he's gonna die.
Fives kicks his flamingo floatie closer to Wolffe, trying to look innocent. Wolffe instantly clocks him out of the corner of his eye and glares, because looking innocent has never been Fives's forte.
"Hey," Fives says, fake casually, keeping his sharpened plastic knife out of view in the murky water, "Do you wanna flip Fox over with me?"
Little does the jerk know, Fives is gonna pop his damn floatie.
Wolffe just blinks at Fives in silence, his one eye sending a wave of chills through Fives. God this was such a bad idea, but really there was no turning back now.
" You came to the right person," Wolffe says, a slight smirk showing on his face, " But what brings up this proposition?"
Fives gulps, hoping that Wolffe didn't notice. He's trying to bring the tension down, not make it worse.
" I mean, it's Fox." Fives says, trying to play it off with a smile. " Do you really need a reason?"
Wolffe stares at him again, almost like he's trying to read Fives. Fives just hopes that the others were right that Wolffe was sometimes as dumb as him, which honestly he should take as an insult. But that isn't his main concern right now.
" You are right, Fox deserves it any day." Wolffe replies, " But if he comes after us, I'm putting the full blame on you."
Oh yay, Fives was so excited. Even if his plan isn't to flip Fox over and instead pop Wolffe's floatie, the threat of Fox chasing him down was never something that he likes to hear. Really, he's starting not to like the threat of Wolffe chasing him down after this either. But he has to do what had to be done.
"Fox is always after me," Fives shrugs, kicking a bit closer, almost close enough to reach, "I'm doomed whatever I do. So, you have a deal."
He sticks out his hand to shake, and Wolffe eyes it warrily for a moment. All he needs is for Wolffe to get close enough to take it, and he'd be in range.
Wolffe sighs and rolls his eyes, but paddles close enough, and Fives can't keep the semi-unhinged grin off his face.
"You better not double cross me kid," Wolffe takes the hand, and that's when Fives strikes.
Fives thinks Ponds, Colt, and Obi-Wan would kill him if he brought an actual knife into the pond (Uncle Seventeen and Uncle Fordo wouldn't care, but the uncles were the uncles), so plastic had to do. Luckily, Echo was right, and it works like a charm.
He stabs, manages to break through the plastic in one try, and there's a loud noise that's a mix of a balloon popping and shoes on linoleum floor as the Wolffe's floatie begins to deflate. Luckily, it's just a patterned donut-shaped one. Fives doesn't think he'd have it in him to kill one of the animals.
"You liTTLE--" Wolffe lunges, which is predictably unsuccessful, as his floatie is currently collapsing under him while Fives paddles backwards like his life depends on it (it probably does).
Fives hears some sort of authority figure shout his name as he flips over and starts kicking, laughing his ass off, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, YOU FURRY FU--"
Something cold and alive latches onto his ankle and he screams. He realizes that it's Wolffe's goddamn hand slow enough to get filled with only a half second of relief and a second filled with a new flavor of terror, before he's dragged into the water.