Valon smiled scratching the back of his head careful of his claws, but still slightly messing up his braid. “Yea, I guess my Kaftrigian genes finally kicked in. They couldn’t keep me in uniforms there for a while.” He spoke while following his friend to the quieter part of the deck.

He blushed slightly as Bram said he looked good. The half-Kaftrigian had always admired his friend, but he wasn’t stupid enough to act on those feelings. The man’s friendship was more important than any act of pleasure. Valon listened to Bram, his heart full of happiness for his friend. He had worried during his stay at the academy that Bram would leave Valhalla, or become like one of the thousand of lowlifes that haunted the lower decks. He could sense that there was something more that his friend wasn't telling him, something important. The thought slipped from his mind as the cyborg mentioned his mother.

“Of course it wasn’t fun without me. I wasn’t here to get you out of trouble if we got caught!” Valon let out a laugh patting his friend on the back. “No, but in all seriousness, Mum will have my head if I don’t go and see her. I got it why don’t I meet you on the observation deck in our favorite spot in about…” Valon checked Bram’s watch. “3 hours. That’ll give me enough time to talk to my parents and then you’ll have my undivided attention. Alright?”