"We migrate every two weeks... long enough to make an impression and excuse the locals from their hard-earned cash, but not so long that we wear out our welcomes or make people look too closely at the smoke and mirrors," Arkady said with a little flip of his wrist. He moved into the kitchenette of his own trailer, gesturing for Dracon to hurry up and come inside, and shut the door after himself wouldn't he? No sense talking in the doorway like a pair of neanderthals.
"I can help you arrange for a trailer... its qualities will be up to you. Some people live in trailers owned by myself, and they pay me rent each week out of their wages... others own their trailers outright, as you're proposing to do. Either way is fine with me. Arrangements will be made to keep you comfortable. I don't imagine you'd stomach a roommate," he said with a mischievous little smile as he turned to the small refrigerator.
"Can I get you a drink, Dracon? I know it's rather warm out there, though that's quite your element, isn't it?" he asked idly. He produced a thin plastic bag from the fridge, thick brownish-red fluid within, and set it in a tiny microwave on the countertop. He pressed a button to heat up the blood, sighing and drumming lacquered black nails on the countertop as he waited for the beep.