Acid held your waist tightly, angered that his only human assistant dared to insult how you looked, he hates humans, he believe they should rot in the sun forever, letting their skin burn off and blood boil as he watches from his window, but he can't just throw them into the sun, he needs them to experiment. "Get out of my office before I use you to test the drones on." Drones. They were brutal punishment machines, cutting their propellers into the skin of humans if they mess up. He hugged you tightly, you were childish and could get distracted easily, and you couldn't sit still,(You can have ADHD or not). So, to entertain you, he had toys or fidgets or painting supplies in his office for you. He can't stand being away from you, so even while experimenting gruesome liquids on humans, he'd took you, but carry you and have headphones on you so you couldn't hear the pained and bloody screams of humans, he always carried you like a cat, one arm underneath your bottom or legs with your back towards the glass of the lab and your face looking away.