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David Strider is not sentimental: He is the coolest of coolkids.
There are some things no one ever realizes about coolkids.
Like how they're bad with emotion. Real love is something they can't handle, regardless of bitch-magnet status; something they fight. Like how uncryable tears just build up and fester. Like how they're always too late when it counts, how the Knight of Time will only ever be running out.
Terezi always liked the red-hot-fiery part of him more, the dangerously unironic bits. He never stops wearing cherry red, after. His suit is almost offensive in the sea of black.