I'm not a whore, you twat. Nothing wrong with liking sex.
I never said there was. I love whores. I AM A WHORE. Max, you know all of this.Â
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@chrismi1es
I'm not a whore, you twat. Nothing wrong with liking sex.
I never said there was. I love whores. I AM A WHORE. Max, you know all of this.Â
Best sex you ever had?
*he remembers her* That's an easy one. Every time I sha-made love to the greatest woman on the fucking planet... Jal...Jalandar Fazer. My goddamn goddess...All in the past now though s'pose
Guess who is back!Â
A strange ginger that has no motor control over her tongue...which is a talent I am well aware of from experience...
completely forgot
 That people in Bristol are  much more open to drugs than ones in America
Man...I don't get it. Drugs aren't the enemy, man..
Did the fucking zombie Apocalypse happen while I was wankin' ??
 Do you…… think about jerking off often enough that it affects your writing skills?
"I ain't no writer..'m a talker, always have been...But if I were to write, damn sure that it would. I'm at all time thinkin' about having an orgasm, doing some drugs, drinkin', getting another orgasm, causing an orgasm....~IT is ALWAYS on MY MIIIIND." he sings the last part.
Did the fucking zombie Apocalypse happen while I was wankin' ??
 That sounds like a plot for a really a badly written novel if you ask me.Â
What do ya expect? Can't be too swell of a writer if you're always distracted by your other hand, yanno?Â
Did the fucking zombie Apocalypse happen while I was wankin' ??
 A bit too much information there, but it might have.
"Best get right to repopulating the Bristol then." offers his hand, but then retracts it after a thought of what he had previously been doing. " 'm Chris. New beautiful girl in town...surprised I hadn't heard about you till now."Â
♂ Meet CHRIS MILES, he is 23 years young and portrayed by JOE DEMPSIE.Â
“I love those Alien Days. Ooh, Alien Days.”
+ Cheerful, Positive
- Childish, Stubborn
↳  Biography
Chris Miles is the definition of a party. He always has drugs, booze, and most importantly pills at the ready for anyone who may need it. And being the kind bloke he is, he will indeed share it. Chris is seen at every single party, and is the highlight of them all. Despite all the shit that’s gone through his life, Chris maintains a positive aspect on everything. It all started when he was young, though, with the death of his older brother, Peter. Peter’s death seemed to cause a split through his entire family, and soon his father was running off to the arms of some other woman and his mother was running off to god only knows where, leaving Chris alone to fend for himself throughout college. Chris wasn’t what people would call “responsible” and soon lost his home and was forced to move into Roundview’s student housing. When he was kicked out of there, too, Chris was left with no home. His job as a real estate agent got him a place to sleep for a while until he was fired. His old teacher, and ex-girlfriend strangely enough, gifted him a home, thankfully, that he shared with his friend Cassie. Somewhere along all this mess, Chris fell in total and unexpected love with one of his friends, Jal Fazer. It all seemed to click from there, though. Jal was his polar opposite, making her the best girl for him. However, when he soon fell sick with the same thing that killed his brother, things got rocky. He suffered from two brain hemorrhages, the second was believed to be fatal to all of Bristol except his father who took Chris away for his “own safety”. Chris had no memory after his hemorrhage of anything. None of his friends, none of his life, not even Jal, or the fact that she’d been pregnant. When he did regain memory, however, Chris went right back to Bristol.
↳  Backstory
For the most part he has been recovering his cognitive functions. Chris has been grappling with what he feels like he wants to do, and what his father tells him he enjoys. After having books thrown on his hospital bed that his father claimed were his favorite, yet he could not even get through the first chapter without wanting to strangle himself with his heart monitor cord, slowly Chris started to distrust his father. Chris was bored with the life he woke up with. He felt like it was inherently wrong..not him whatsoever. Once he was fired from a job his father “put his neck on the line to get him” Chris knew he had wore out his welcome since he clearly wasn’t reverting to the same guy his Dad said he used to be. And thus Chris went around London working odd jobs, reveling in the normalcy, yet still feeling as if he was forgetting something dire. It was driving him crazy. He felt as if he was doing everything wrong, which lead him to second-guessing all of his actions and decisions. He was not comfortable in his own skin. After saving up a a few quid from his dead-end vocations he decided to fuck this life, and try to jog his memories by going back home…and Viola here he is.Â
✗ Close friends ▬ Cassie Ainsworth
âś—Â Potential Relationships â–¬ Jal Fazer
The role of CHRIS MILES is TAKEN.
Did the fucking zombie Apocalypse happen while I was wankin' ??
 "I told you! I don’t smoke that stuff anymore, Chris. But, the thought was kind. I’ll just watch you smoke away, I’ll get high off your happiness, deal?" She’ll give him a teary eyed smile, squeezing his spare hand with her own. He was right though; he did have to be there for her. She attached to people like a leech, taking every part of them in fear some of it would detach and leave her, the loneliness unbearable and then bad stuff would happen; stupidity would take its toll.Â
'Pills i get...but what did spliff ever do to you? 'm fine...didn't do me in..But whatever is your cuppa, Cass." Their hands grew red from the tight embrace. Cassie latched onto him, and he found it strange to be needed again. A lot of people wanted him. Though the ones he thought needed him, or that he needed, always seemed to go with the wind. Damn it if those gales didn't take everyone from him. "Cassie...did me...you know...dying. Have you ever talked about it?"Â
Another shite interview
 She’ll just hold onto him tightly until Chris pulled away, wiping her tears off her cheek, a weak giggle escaping parted lips at the Eskimo kiss, nodding at his suggestion. “Y-Yeah… I really do…” Fingers fumble for his as she began to walk, teary eyed and mattered together lashes blurring due to the winter’s breeze, squeezing his hand tightly, head jolting back at the sudden noise, still a little spooked by it all.
Chris liked people to be happy around him. Having seen enough of the toil sorrow can take, he was determined not to be the catalyst to such bullshittery if he could help it. Fuck if he knew what was going on with Cassie, but he knew that he had to be there for her. She was prone to stupidity when she was sad and alone. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, Chris nuzzled her, "There we go..let it out..smoke some spliff..I know ya quite pills and shit, but tell me sharing some spliff we me hasn't always made ya feel better? Right mate?"Â
HAPPEH FUCKING NEW YEAR!!
 Are… are you drunk already, Chris? Or should I call you Chri-Chri?
Can the stripper at Bertie's Bosoms still do the trick with ping pong balls and the chicken drum stick? OF COURSE I'm drunk!..don't fucking play like I've neva called you that.
HAPPEH FUCKING NEW YEAR!!
 Don’t matter, man! Let’s party till we’re purple!
This is why I love you AN AN!Â
HAPPEH FUCKING NEW YEAR!!
 Hm, interesting. You’re not even a bit shy, are you?
Quite welcome, and I look forward to it. Drinks to the New Year.
What's the point in shy? Shy people don't get their cock sucked or have nearly as great conversations as I do!  I owe ya one.Â
Texts: Chris and Lloyd
Lloyd: Chris, I have like ten spare bedrooms. Find one and stay here tonight, okay?
Chris: shaggin hold on
[a little while later]
Chris: sorry ... i'm already at her place. Thank, broseph...hang out sober soon...well soberish?
Texts: Chris and Lloyd
Lloyd: Don't call your prick a bird, Chris. You'll be fine if you do that.
Lloyd: Please, please tell me you are drunk now. Because if not I am very worried about you and the pictures you send me if they were taken with sober hands.
Lloyd: Thanks? I think?
Chris: I was calling the bird a bird. The girl in the third pic...dumb cunt hahaa
Chris: I am so high my skin has pebbles in it man
Chris: you're so fucking welcome....for what doh?