"Yeah, that's a vegetable."
There was an expression of pure, sarcastic awe on Casey's face as she looked up from the shimmering black carrot in her hands, glaring over the rim of her glasses across the table. "That's your fucking input? An object that can grant supernatural abilities, and that's all you have to say?"
Laura shrugged. "Looks moldy too."
"It's not mold!" She growled in frustration as she laid her head back, a hand rushing up to brush through her dyed-green hair. Christ love a duck, sometimes her sister drove her positively batty. "It's just a weird color!"
Her black-haired twin squinted. "That looks like mold to me. It's just a moldy vegetable."
"Jesus, can you have some fucking wonder for once in your life!" For a couple of twins, they couldn't have been more different. Laura was the nerd without question, always sardonic and deadpan when she wasn't burying herself in studies - or in her fancy-ass new engineering job, now that they were both out of college. By contrast, the alt-style, tattoo-laden Casey was an avowed free spirit, aspiring singer-songwriter-guitarist... and a bit of a pothead, if she was going to be completely honest. "It's a Lilith Fruit! An honest to fuck Lilith Fruit!"
"I thought those were fruits."
"Not all - just, it's a fucking name, that's it!"
"So why'd they call them Lilith Fruits if they can be vegetables?"
"Because it's catchier than Lilith Edible Plant Matter!"
"That'd be more accurate, though."
"I despise the very concept of your existence."
"Same."
Casey sighed as she set the fruit back down on their kitchen table. This is what she ought to have expected. Even with mom and dad out on vacation, her sister still insisted on trying to shit on her at every turn. If she wasn't criticizing career choices, it was her fashion, or her tattoos, or her hobbies, or her friends, or just about anything else that didn't jive with her boring-ass lifestyle. "God, you probably think all those crazy powers people have been getting from these things are a hoax, don't you?" Because she was soooo much smarter than everyone buying into that magic bullshit.
She tilted her head slightly. "Of course not. My company's CEO ate a fruit, and she's got four penises." She pointed towards the carrot. "A fruit. Not a vegetable."
The rocker-wannabe's fists curled up. "You know what? Fuck you. I'm not gonna argue with you about this." Snatching up the carrot, she brought it right to her mouth, chomping down without a second thought. It was shockingly sweet, so sweet she was instantly worried about her teeth falling out - but god, was it delicious. She threw the rest of it down to the table as Laura just stared in wide-eyed amazement, slowly removing her glasses as she contemplated her twin sister's raging idiocy.
"...suppose, for the sake of argument, that it was a real fruit." She blinked. "What kind did you think it was."
Casey paused.
"I uh..."
"You don't know."
"Nope."
"Well... we'll find out in a minute."
She wasn't wrong about that. The rocker-girl found herself clutching her head as a bizarre sort of warmth started to wash over her. It started in her throat, unsurprisingly, traveling out across her body from there. A sort of... squishiness, she supposed was the right word for it. Sort of like something was sloshing around in there. "Ohhhhh, I think I'm gonna be sick..."
Her sister was about to make a comment about the consequences of eating moldy vegetables when her eyes trailed over to the bare arms exposed by Casey's tank top. The green-haired girl groggily trailed over, and found her jaw hanging open as she saw the extensive sleeve of tattoos on her arm... moving. Shifting, sort of getting blurry... almost... liquidy. She furrowed her brow in concern as the ink almost seemed to be melting, seeping much deeper into her skin - she could feel it oozing through her pores, digging in, binding with the muslces and the bones.
It... it wasn't exactly unpleasant. "Huh." She watched with more curiousity now as the tattoos on her arm almost seemed to reach out like tendrils over the rest of her body. "Feels... kinda nice." The designs extended, starting to form new imagery in a rainbow of colors all over her torso; she pulled off her shirt and soon her pants to observe as it diffused anywhere on her body that didn't already have some sort of art. They were tattoos, but... they were more than that, too. The ink was wet, almost slimy... and it was a part of her, completely bonded with her body.
The spread finally stopped upon reaching her neck, and by now, Laura was agape with shock. Casey wasn't even bothered - in fact, she felt a bit giddy over her new massive spread of artwork. "Holy shit Laur, this is... wow." She laughed as she held one hand up, realizing she could make the ink shift and move right there on her skin, almost like she was controlling it.
"Casey... we need to get you to a hospital...."
"Are you kidding me?! This is awesome!" She grinned, running over to grab Laura by the shoulders - but before she could speak, the contact between their skin became points that the ink rushed towards. Instinctively, Casey realized that this living, slimy ink wanted to spread... and hell, her boring-ass sister could use some ink. So she willed it on, letting it spread out over her twin's arms, decorating them with all sorts of fancy technological designs that seemed to suit her egghead nature.
She didn't let it go full body, though, or even full sleeves - her hands pulled back before it got that far, just to check and see how it affected the other woman. No need to go fixing her up too much - not right off the bat. "Sis? You uh... how you feeling?" She asked, slightly nervous as Laura stared at her in shock.