[It's raining directly into his eyes, ok! Raining in his little apartment that Hythlodaeus will barely fit in...]

Ah, there is a bit more to it than that. This world operates, well, strangely as you can tell. While the beast may yet hover in all unlikeliness as it is, it will not fly without what is called a hidden machine. These can be acquired from establishments called gyms, where you must contend with the leaders and defeat them to prove your worthiness.

Or some silly nonsense like that. Some here do have such machines, and you might find them willing to let you use it. However, there is the matter of obtaining a proper license for it.

[Which is one of the few things he can respect about this world. There's some measure of bureaucracy here, just...set up in the strangest way.]