Ataru's forehead is furrowed as he engages in something he rarely had done before: REALLY think out what to do next.
Clotho remains silent, patiently waiting for his answer.
Tampopo keeps a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Sensing that, Ataru relaxes a little. It was good for him to see that one person was supporting him one hundred percent.
Chigaiko, Yuu and Manami remain still, though they now hold hands, doing their best to empathically give support to their shared boyfriend.
The others in the restaurant are also silent, not wanting to break his concentration.
Ataru closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
What could he wish for?
A harem? No, he rather had one now and, strange as this sounded to him now, he didn't want to mess that up.
But still...
He gazes at the Greek goddess of the past. "Um, Clotho-sama, can I ask...?"
"Your friends if they would agree with whatever you wish for? Certainly," she nods. "But please be careful, Ataru. If you word your sentence into an acutal wish by accident..."
"Ah, h-hai..." he stutters, then takes a deep breath. "Yuu-chan?"
The redhead from Hiroshima blinks, then stares at him for a moment before realizing what Ataru might have in mind. "Gioo-kun?"
"H-hai," he nods.
She closes her eyes, then sighs, shaking her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine where I am."
"Um, ah...! O-okay," he stutters, then gazes on Manami. "Manami-chan?"
The poet from Takamatsu shakes her head. "I'm with you, Ataru-kun."
He nods, then stares at Sakura. "Sakura?"
The nurse gazes at him, then lightly smiles. "Thank you, but..." she pauses, then sighs. "No. Don't waste your wish on me."
Ataru nods, then finds himself gazing at the three women from another dimension and thirty years in the future. They sense him gazing on them, then exchange a look before Sylia asks, "Clotho-sama, can Ataru wish for myself and my friends to return to our home dimension?"
Clotho blinks as she thinks about it, then nods. "Hai, that's possible. It would risk, however, the chance that this bio-virus that's affected everyone in Tomobiki and elsewhere would seep into your dimension, though. And I do believe Tampopo-sama here told you about what the after-effects of your battle with the rogue cyberdroid Largo caused in your hometown. Do you wish to risk facing the potential consequences of that battle so soon after it killed over two thousand people?"
Sylia stiffens, then sighs. "That is true..."
"Wait!"
Eyes lock on Ataru. "Ataru-chan?" Tampopo stares at him.
He takes a deep breath, then gazes at the Sabres' leader. "If you came here because of Lum's spacializer, Sylia-san, then you can try to go back via the same way. Besides, I think we all need to have a little talk with Lum about her 'toys,'" he wryly grins.
Sylia considers that, then nods. "Hai, that's also true."
"Okay, then," he nods, then faces Clotho. "Clotho-sama, my wish is this: I wish for Sylia-san's brother, Mackie Stingray, to be brought to us here now from his home dimension."
Silence. Clotho blinks, then suddenly floats into the air as the tattoos on her face glow. A burst of energy explodes from a point behind where the Sabres are standing, then a young man's voice cries out, "HEY, WHAT THE HECK...?!!"
"MACKIE!!!!" Sylia, Nene and Linna squeal delightedly, then scream out on seeing that Mackie is naked, wet and his hair soaped up as if he was in the middle of taking a shower.
"Wish granted!" Clotho declares, then covers her mouth in shock. "Oh, dear..."
Ataru looks himself, then gasps. "Whoops!! My bad!" he knocks the side of his head, laughing in embarrassment.
The others see this, then fall over laughing...
Okay, Mackie's now in Tomobiki. Now what?
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