Shizuo glanced at Takashi for a moment, a bit surprised that the kid was sitting next to him. What, he was still here? How persistent.

"About a week." Which was a week too long for Shizuo's taste. He hadn't been able to find a way out yet, and everyone insisted that there was no way out. He tried not to think about it very much; the idea of being trapped against his will pissed him off.

Shizuo's Growlithe growled at the Meowth and spat out a few balls of fire at it, purposefully missing by a few hairs. He then lifted his head higher, looking quite satisfied, and splashed over to play less dangerously with his trainer's Petilil.