Rooster/Capricorn and Monkey/Gemini meet at 66-71%, a cross pairing of the unflappable climber and the thousand-miles-a-second entertainer. One skips the party to work; the other essentially is the party. Somehow they keep finding each other fascinating.
Monkey/Gemini is at its sleekest with a confidant nearby to say how good it looks, and Rooster/Capricorn, steady as bedrock, makes the finest confidant imaginable. In return, Monkey/Gemini is the one person who can make grace under pressure actually laugh. Levity traded for loyalty, and both feel richer.
Monkey/Gemini sets a pace no audience can match and hides a crying clown behind the gala buffoonery; Rooster/Capricorn says little, means all of it, and is the rare listener who notices the clown. The gap is volume: one never stops talking, one rarely starts.
Friction lives in calendars. Rooster/Capricorn is clawing up several heaps at once while Monkey/Gemini works its endless circuit of social gatherings, so the evenings diverge. Each can quietly conclude the other's priorities are frivolous, or joyless, respectively.
Monkey/Gemini learns the modicum of self-control nobody else will impose, because one steady witness beats a hundred laughing strangers. Rooster/Capricorn learns that a street named after you is cold company, and laughter is not wasted time.
At 66-71%, Rooster/Capricorn and Monkey/Gemini are workable with effort. The rock and the firework genuinely complement each other, whenever their schedules manage to intersect.