Jacob would be the last to arrive. The eldest child was dressed in his typically droll blue jeans, gray t-shirt, and shoes. There was a hole in those jeans, and his shoes were severely worn. The bottoms of his pant legs were heavily frayed and torn. The eldest Blackwood child wore a pair of stylish glasses before his dull emerald gaze. His short, jet black hair shot out in all directions, clearly not having been combed in quite some time.<br/><br/>The young man seemed unfocused and lethargic. Likely attributed to the fact that he had been sound alseep not two minutes ago. These little 'family meetings' annoyed him to no end. He would much rather be sleeping on the only day that he had no classes nor had to work. Days such as these were a rarity. Jacob cherished them like precious stones. Likewise, they were every bit as rare. Which only served to aggrivate Jacob when he was informed that he would have to actually get up and get dressed and see his stupid family today. Don't get me wrong, he loves them all. He just loves sleeping more.<br/><br/>"Make it quick, mom," said Jake, as he seated himself on the stairs a few feet down from the older woman. An elbow lain onto a knee, and his cheek lain in it's hand.