[ at least neither of them seem to have trouble with a lack of personal space.

well, not at first. kinich's fingers against his back suddenly has him realizing just how close they are right now: to give him as much room as possible, zagreus is pressed up against the wall of the room, holding himself still to avoid bumping into kinich; given how narrow the space is, and the fact that zagreus isn't exactly small, kinich is nearly flush against zagreus' back. he swallows, briefly thankful that he's turned around, and nods his assent. ]

Robes, mainly, and long tunics. Some armor on occasion. My home is, mm, quite warm, so looser clothing was the norm.