Arthur Kirkland.
Short, snappy, easily annoyed, blond, green eyed, large eyebrows.
Francis finished filling in the description and tried not to laugh at what he had put. It seemed a little like he hated Arthur if you put it like that, but he could hardly put 'screams like a girl when you lick his ear' or any of the other things that marked Arthur out for him.
Honestly, he couldn't actually process the fact that Arthur was AWOL, MIA, all those other heartless collections of letters that pointed like an iron signpost to a huge gap in his life where his little rabbit should be.
He buried his head in his hands slightly before his mobile rang.
"Hola, Francis…" A shaky Spanish accent was resonating on the other end of the line.
"Antonio? Aren't you on duty?" Francis questioned, clearing a few papers from the coffee table. His Spanish friend fell silent and suddenly Francis knew without being told what it was he had called for.
"You… found him."
"Yeah…It looks like he's been beaten badly. Whoever it was left him in the woods without a second thought. He's alive though…amigo? You there?"
Francis felt a rage stirring slightly before it was drowned in fear for his little partner. "Mon dieu….is he alright? Tell me! Where is he? Where is Arthur?"
"Th-The hospital. They…whoever it was got him bad. His ribs are broken…the doctor said that they were kicked…"
Francis swayed on the spot before black overcame his vision and he could hear his friend no longer.