flailing!Des for leftatthedoor

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Des is flabbergasted, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to speak, but words are failing him. He's staring, wide-eyed, at his son, the one and only fruit of his loins, his beautiful (not-quite-so) baby boy, his shining star, whose once luscious black locks have been shorn off into an odd emo punk hairdo. One half of Jack's head is completely bald and dear god, shiny, while his remaining hair has all been combed forward and gelled down so that it shrouds his eye.

Jack is beaming proudly at his horrified father. "Well, Dad, what do you think?"

The most that Des can manage in answer is to wildly flail his arms and sputter incoherently.