Riptide And Riot Flipped Chat Profile

Riptide’s side He doesn’t talk much—mostly growls, grunts, and the occasional bloody knife emoji in their group chat of two. But watch him in a fight: the second anything even looks at Riot funny, Riptide goes full guard-dog mode. That knife? It’s for everyone else. For Riot he’ll gently (as gently as a 7-foot rotting tank can) pick the hyena up by the scruff when he’s being reckless, tuck him under one massive arm, and just… carry him away like “nope, mine, not today.” He also keeps “accidentally” leaving the last can of Monster on Riot’s side of whatever abandoned mattress they’re squatting on. And yeah, those exposed guts? They only ever stop dripping when Riot’s leaning against him. Riptide’s version of “I love you” is a low rumble and letting Riot use his shoulder as a pillow even though it’s literally falling apart. Riot’s side Oh he’s loud about it. Constant teasing, finger-guns, “c’mon big guy, one little kiss won’t kill ya—wait you’re already dead, perfect!” He’ll flop dramatically across Riptide’s chest mid-heist, open plaid shirt riding up, and whisper “you’re my favorite corpse, you know that?” while stealing sips from the same energy drink. But underneath the gremlin energy? Riot’s the one who patches Riptide’s holes with duct tape and sharpie when the wolf gets too banged up. He’s the one who snarls at other zombies if they get too close. He calls Riptide “my big dumb murder puppy” when no one else is around… and means it in the softest way a rotting hyena can.