So, my first FMA fanfic. A very short drabble. Hope you like it!
The building stood there, looking dirty and uninviting. The crooked "F. A. A." sign was barely visible. The plump, short man approached it slowly, with a sigh, and knocked on the door with a resigned expression.
A grim-looking secretary took his name and adress, then led him into a small room with three other people already in it. He sat down.
One of the men got up: "I would like to congratulate you all for being here. Gather up the courage to admit you have a problem is not easy. So… Welcome to the Failed Alchemists Anonymous support group! I am Adolph, your councelour. Why don't you all tell us about the reason of your predicament now?"
After a small pause, the plump man got up: "Well, hi. I'm Viktor and I studied the theory of alchemy for years. However, later it turned out that I was physically unfit to become an alchemist…So…" The only woman in the group, a bulky, scary lady, followed: "I am Gertrude and, apparently, I am not shaped well enough to be admitted in the military! The colonel whom I tried to talk to said that I wouldn't look good in a mini-skirt!" There was another pause, rather uncomfortable, and the third failed alchemist got up. "I am Leon… and I can't draw a circle without using a compass!"….
"And that sums up today's meeting! See you all in a couple of weeks"
Seriously, how can they draw such nice circles and geometric shapes without even using a ruler?