Two Monkey/Sagittarius in one room hits 95–100%, and refuses to sit still long enough to celebrate. Both halves of this pairing rebelled against the time clock years ago, and now there are two of you with no fixed schedule, three projects each, and zero anchors. Welcome to delightful chaos.
Chemistry is improvisational, mobile, and easily relocated. Both Monkey/Sagittarius halves crave novelty and sometimes mistake intensity for permanence. The bedroom is wherever, a cabin, a hotel, a friend's couch. The risk: when novelty is the only currency, the relationship can feel deflated the morning the new wears off.
Conversation is a constant downhill of ideas, plans, half-finished thoughts. Both Monkey/Sagittarius halves talk at speed and listen in fragments. Big decisions get made on the way out the door. Important agreements drift because neither of you wrote anything down.
Friction lives in the lack-of-confidence-and-concentration the canon flagged. Both Monkey/Sagittarius halves dissipate energies into the unappreciative skies, and when something falls apart, neither of you wants to be the responsible adult who notices. Resentment becomes background noise.
What each Monkey/Sagittarius needs from the other is the anchor the canon warned you to find, except the canon expected the anchor to come from somebody steadier. With two of you, you'll have to take turns being the ground. One of you stands still while the other flies. Then trade.
At 95–100%, this is a brilliant, kinetic, slightly precarious pairing. Two Monkey/Sagittarius either build a life of joyful improvisation or float past each other indefinitely. Pick an anchor, even a small one.