You’re sitting in the theatre. Everything is perfect. It’s accurate, it’s visually stunning, everyone is on point. It’s a perfect adaption. The title flies on screen.
Deep voice: Fullmetal Alchemist
Everyone in the theatre:(slightly different intonation) Fullmetal Alchemist.
The first time Neil shows Andrew his scars, Andrew traces every inch of them.
They’re in the bathroom of Matt and Neil’s dorm and Neil looks like he’s about to bolt if the panic on his face is any indication (Andrew catches a glimpse of silver in the mirror and the burn of curiosity he feels is unknown and unfamiliar and he buries it to think about/figure out later because he’s finally got Neil fucking Josten right where he wants him).
He’s wearing a peculiar kind of harness under his baggy t-shirt and Andrew is just glaring at him quite pointedly because he wants to see everything. He wants every little bit of truth and Neil finally gets the hint to “take it off, Josten” and so he does, and it’s the first time Andrew’s face registers any sort of visible surprise (how his eyes widen, his throat works itself, his mouth―).