You take a deep breath. You can't really delay the enviable. He'd either be annoyed now, or be even MORE annoyed later. You reach over and close the lid.
As soon as you do, you hear Jonas's voice sputter and whine. "W-What the hell was the meaning of THAT, dude? That is NOT how I wanted to wake up this morning, with my best friend doing...doing...w-what you just did!"
"I'm super sorry, dude! I was just waking up and I wasn't thinking straight and well, when you gotta go, you-"
"That doesn't make it any less weird!"
You look down at Jonas, debating whether to put a pause on this conversation while you got some coffee. He had every right to be annoyed, but didn't make the conversation any less awkward. "...do you want some coffee or juice to...urm...wash out the...ur..."
"No! And thankfully, I can't seem to be able to taste or smell like this. But, that, that was super concerning to wake up to see you towering over me and not being able to tell you to stop and, it was just strange, because I could feel and-I don't really wanna talk about it."
"At least I didn't sit on you..."
"Don't even joke about that"
You stifle a chuckle at how indignant your friend got. You were surprised he didn't flush with how flustered he was. Or would it be flush-tered? "I am so sorry, dude. How about this. How about I swing by the store, get some toilet cleaner and a fancy brush, then wash you properly. It's the least I can do."
"...I'll admit that part of me would like that. Might make me feel better until you're able to turn me back."
"Deal. I'm going to head out. I'll be back in an hour."
You notice the work truck parked on the street when you come back from the store.
Uh-oh.
You quickly made your way inside to the bathroom.
The workman was in the bathroom. He waves when you enter. "Saw you installed a toilet last night."
"Y-Yeah. Uh. A friend, ah, had an extra one. I guess," you say, knowing that sounded weird. But a lot less weird than saying your friend was the toilet. And you weren't sure if Jonas wanted his current form revealed to anyone else.
"Huh. Well, what do you want me to do with the toilet you ordered? I brought it along today."
"Oh yeah. Ur. Not sure."
"For now I'm going to be doing some more titling in the shower and maybe work on the floor. Will give you an update on progress at the end of day."
"Yeah." You keep looking at Jonas, wondering what you can do. The bathroom renovation still needed to be done. The device still needed more time to recharge. If you'd thought of this earlier, you would have just told him that something came up and needed to delay the renovation a day or two. But now that he was here, you felt bad for canceling last minute, thinking you'd be wasting his time coming out here.
However, Jonas being a toilet might be more important than that.
"Hey, sir, could I have some piracy please?"
"W-What?"
The workman rubbed the back of his neck. "I just need to use the facilities. Since the toilet is installed...need to use it before starting work."
"O-Oh, well, I'm not sure if that toilet is working. You see, since I'm not a professional like you."
"No worries. Looks like you did a good job, even thought you totally could have waited for me. I checked it out and confirmed all seems to be connected fine. I'll add some caulking when I'm closer to completing the bathroom."
"Oh. Urm. Thanks. I'm still not..."
"Hey, if you could excuse me, well, as I said, when you gotta go. If I need anything, I'll let you know."
He ushers you out of the bathroom, closing the door before you can object further. You stand in the hallway, staring at the closed bathroom door. You hear the clunk of a toilet seat making contact with the tank lid. You raise your hand to knock on the door, make some final plea, some final excuse to keep your friend from going through yet another awkward interlude.
Maybe you could explain the situation. Have Jonas speak up and tell the workman the full insane reality.
You hear further sounds from the bathroom that suggest you're too late. Your face going hot, you head back to the basement, trying not to think about what Jonas is going through.
You decide to just wait in the basement. At around noon you hear the workman call down "I'm going on lunch. Be back in an hour."
You slowly go back to the bathroom, face still hot with embarrassment, uncertain how you're going to find Jonas. When you peak into the bathroom, you see the toilet sitting there, seat down, lid closed.
"J-Jonas?"
"...yeah?" Jonas responds, his voice sounding shaky.
"How are you doing?"
He gives a long gurgling sigh. "All things considered...fine. I mean, having some stranger sit down on me and do...that wasn't exactly great. But, ur, I think being this sorta made it seem...fine. Don't get me wrong, still terrible and don't wanna go through that again, but I dunno, didn't feel as bad as I would have expected."
"That's good? I guess? Well, you've more than earned being a dragon after going through that. Still a few more hours until we can use the device though. So, would it be OK if you stick around until after he's done working for the day?"
"...that seems like a risk."
"Of him using you again, yeah. I know. I mean, I guess we could tell him that you're not actually a toilet."
"N-No! Ur. I mean, no. I don't really want to do that either." Jonas takes a deep gurgling "breath". "Fine. I guess I can stick around here until he's done. But you're gonna owe me. Even more than the promise of being a dragon."
"OK, dude. The moment he's done, you're totally taking a trot on the dragon side. Still want me to do that promised scrubbing?"
"Yes, please."
Your toilet friend seemed to enjoy the experience.