Rat/Virgo and Pig/Libra meet at 73-78%, a cross pairing of private clock and open wallet. One runs on its own sweet time and ignores every deadline; the other spends it as fast as it comes in, and not just money.
Pig/Libra is spoiled rotten and gorgeously aware of it, waited on by an army of admirers, yet Rat/Virgo, immune to outside impetus by constitution, refuses to join the army, and that refusal is exactly what fascinates the Pig. The Rat's warmth is rationed but real; the Pig's is abundant and a touch lazy.
Rat/Virgo ignores the wheedling call and the demanding voice on principle, while Pig/Libra broadcasts endlessly and hates deciding. Oddly, this works: the Rat filters, the Pig fills the silence, and neither feels crowded by the other's habit.
Friction lives in effort. The Rat travels its road in voluntary solitude and guards against being taken advantage of; the Pig, stranded at high tide in every decision, drifts toward whoever will carry it. Sooner or later the Rat checks the ledger.
Rat/Virgo teaches the Pig to roll out of bed before noon and get its hands dirty; Pig/Libra teaches the hermit that a night on the town with the fast crowd is medicine, not waste. Indulgence and discipline trade prescriptions.
At 73-78%, Rat/Virgo and Pig/Libra have good chemistry: a self-ruled loner and a charming spendthrift who balance each other more often than they bankrupt each other.