The pair made their way to the front counter where a single desk was set up. it had a modern cash register or at least would be modern for the 90s. From the looks of things the store owner an old man that could be older than his late 70s is setting up new displays for dog toys and cans of cat food. he was wearing brown slacks, work boots, a button-up shirt, and an apron with the store's logo on it. He finishes pulling out a sample bowl and filling it with treats onto the counter by the register.
"Welcome; how may I be of assistance sirs," the old man asked in a deep humble voice. As the smell of the fresh treats hit the pair of young men.
The strange energy seems to have more of a present for a moment as the men look at the animal treats on the counter. The small sampler of dried bugs, dog biscuits, cat nip, and other assured editable pleasantries made for animals had peaked something in them. Dave had skipped breakfast this morning, waiting til the last minute to grab some chips and a drink from the fridge on the way out. His stomach was grubbing and a bit of Drool dripped out of his mouth.
“That does look really good, smells nice too, Maybe its made for a…person like me to eat” Dave thought to him as his hand was going for the animal treats.
John was being bombarded with his own animalistic thoughts, so intense that he or Dave did not take note of how the old man was slightly pushing the treats closer to the edge of the table.
“Take a treat, you been good boys, a human are offering them to you.” they heard in their heads until an alarm on John’s phone went off. Snapping them out of the strange spell the shop had them under.
John’s took his phone out to see that it was a working alarm he forgot to turn off. Dave his hand hovering over one of the treats quickly puts his hands back in his pounds. Embarrassed at the thought that he was going to eat dog food in front of a complete stranger, Dave quickly changed the subject.